I'm Ur Dream (2008)

To my man Dave at your grave

I silently prayed

I know you saved by grace and not works

Man it hurt for real, Philly streets remain ill

now your boys can’t chill unless steel

by they waistline

Ya didn’t waste time, full time job and college

working harder, not even bitter at the Father

for taking your father at an early age

I sympathize with your situation

yo my Dad’s the same

Bullets penetrated your fles

arms legs even your neck

Your death the reason

Steve stays depressed

I never seen so many tears in a day

so much sadness

and utter madness definition of tragic

Habits develop when your friends die

Your memories are enemies ya numb

em with that Henny and lye

Yo it’s hard to say goodbye, I can’t let it go

I feel sorry for your moms

it must be hard on a widow

I feel sorry for your mother

I tried to take that hurt away from her

but she can’t escape the pain or recover

so she sits alone

by the candle-light crying at night

she sounds like this

I feel sorry for your mother

I couldn’t take the pain away from her

This is what a widow sounds

like losing her child’s life

It’s like your child losing her life

in front of your eyes

comatose high-dose pain-killers inside her IV

Recall her voice calling “Mommy

Let’s play hide and seek

in the lobby with little Tommy”

It’s a struggle just to smile

your daily mission is

just to keep hope alive

but God ain’t listening

You’re whispering prayers

and playing musical chairs

inside her room, by the nurse

and near them exit stairs and there’s

so much support, expert technicians

but modern medicine

couldn’t keep your little kid living

Now they hit you

with that news so much disbelief

you wouldn’t let the casket drop

in the dust for 6 feet

Holding back your tears

when you’re at your day job

during breaks in the bathroom cursing at God

You knocked he didn’t open

asked didn’t receive

Now your child joins your husband

in the ground underneath

I feel sorry for your mother

I tried to take that hurt away from her

but she can’t escape the pain or recover

so she sits alone

by the candle-light crying at night

she sounds like this

I feel sorry for that mother

I couldn’t take the pain away from her

So she prays

in vain for answers ain’t no cure to Cancer

To all the fallen, you’re gone

but not forgotten

escape from this modern day Gotham

gritty city in a physical

form you’ve shown me courage in a storm

I touch the clothes you left behind,

they remain warm

In the morning hours

address heavenly powers

leave flowers at your grave

Teddy, Umi, and Dave

Rest in peace in a place undivided by race

True love given not chased

your belly stay full of steak

Hesitating voices, saying your boys is gone

Sitting there shocked

with no response gripping the phone

All my dogs go to heaven

ain’t that right reverend?

No if’s and’s or maybe’s, end of sentence

Mention fate spark religious debate

witness a newborn die then testify

why God’s so great

Now it’s nothing but hate

love is too damn abusive

Cuz whatever you love, you lose it

That’s why I feel sorry for your mother

I tried to take that hurt away from her

but she can’t escape the pain or recover

so she sits alone

by the candle-light crying at night

she sounds like this

I feel sorry for your mother

She can’t escape the pain or recover

This is what a widow sounds like losing

her child’s life it’s like this