THIS IS NOT MY BEAT SO DON'T STEAL IT, I GIVE NOONE PERMISSION.. if you wanna use it ask him yourself.. lol
a start to it all.. almost done with the first verse..
kaya (my sister) do you even remember when your father was alive?
do you remember his anger, his pain, but his sensitive side?
i don't think you do, i don't think you ever have, cause you were only 2 when he passed.
i feel so bad, you'll never meet the one you used to call dad
if only you could remember what i now call the past
i still remember his yell to his laugh, his spelling to his math
and you were the only thing left that he had, besides his gun and a pocket full of crack
it's just a damn shame that he had to go out like that...
it's sad when i can say he was the best father figure i ever had, better than my own dad...
i remember this one time he robbed some store guess what he grabbed
diapers and baby forumula, not cash, for his baby daughter at home screamen for her dad...
please be respectful.. it's all a true story but i would like some constructive criticism so far cause I'm at the point where i can still change things around and what not. the story behind it is, my mom dated him when they were in highschool, he went to jail for like 14 years or something crazy like that for accidentally killing someone. when he got out, they had my half sister. about 2 ish years later he died on an OD in one of his scumbag friends house. now my sister is 7.
This post was edited by element104954 on Sep 12 2008 04:55pm