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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #8,378
Peak in subgenre #4,779
Rights
2002
Uploaded
August 29, 2004
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MP3 2.0 MB • 128 kbps • 0:00
Lyrics
I remember you was there but you was never there
But yet I still loved you very dear… I celebrate your life each and every year
Since your death told me write but I went the left
Never disrespect though physically there’s nothing left
Body to ashes havin’ them flashes
When heron was your passion and disco was blastin’
Understood it though they tried to take us, but they couldn’t yo
Gave us to pops, welfare never gave us a lot
Ain’t shit I could say as a tot but I’m a grown ass man
And I’m sayin a lot… and I’m prayin’ a lot
Thinkin’ about your troubled life… How you tried to be
A good mother, loving wife… hug me tight
I got older… I got high wit you… I felt the guilt
When you died my heart died wit you… my eyes trickle
While I’m writin’ I got to find tissue it’s my issues
No matter what you still my queen… Moms… I miss you…
Hook:
If I could go back in time
If I could change my life make it minus the pain and strife
Even though you didn’t raise me right my game is tight
A better man now I know what pain is like (2x)
Some things’ll never change… like when pops said he’d come
But never came he left moms for a better dame
She cryin’ in a bed in pain she used to love when he
Said her name but pops is a player you can tell he vain
Chasin’ every piece of ass left the crib with no
Heat and gas pile of dirty dishes and a heap of trash
I’ll teach his ass gettin’ older and I keep a stash
Walk the beatin’ path days nights and even weeks’ll pass
Though I have his handsome face how many more plans
Do we plan to break like I’m a damn mistake
Cuz I’m tired of all the lies and every thing he falsified
We see that nigga we keep walkin’ by
He often high anyway he gone die anyway
Had it easy… chose the Harda-Way like Penny play
And the Henny played a big part of his life
In Harlem one night… a shot sent his body to Christ…
Hook
Refuse to repeat the cycle and say the kid is not my son
And be like Michael? I’m nothing like you
A better man despite you… I always wished that I could fight you
Was too young… You cant fool me… you could fool um…
Asked you for nothin’… wish I had the heart to blast you with guns
But then I got to thinkin’ bout my sons
Provide them with college funds and let them know the real
That cops will still follow them most of them is cowards dunn
Got to empower them with the brains to sustain the pain
Never trust dames with game
No messin with gold diggers… heartless and cold niggas…
I done been through it all… homeless desperate and poor
Hook
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If I could change my life
Take back that heartache and strife
And I could do the things
The things that happiness bring
And in the end of time
You’ll always be on my mind
I thought your spirit was lost
But it was dancing with mine…
