Tribal Hybridz
Bluelighter
i felt you come, i watched you go,
i witnessed the birth,
and cryed when you were buried.
i could of drank for weeks,
but i was too numb to even speak.
i know your still with me,
i feel you every day.
but damn,
i wish i could hear your voice.
they dropped you cold blooded,
afraid of somethin i yet have found out.
i know they'll catch them,
i have no doubts.
my own girl didnt even call me that day,
or the week that followed.
the one i was supposed to cry on,
only made it harder when she was not around.
so i sat against the headstone,
awaiting someone, no one, and cryed alone.
i still sleep with your candybear,
alone, sittin and starin.
not even carin,
if i died tonite.
because i might find you then,
and make it all alright.
i could write for hours,
and compel the powers,
but i rather just wish you were hear.
i dont know what hurts worste,
seein you leave,
or watchin you go.
knowin your only son has to grow,
knowin mommy aint there to teach him how to say no
only one day past,
and i knew i wouldnt last.
not after watchin that casket desend,
i knew it was the end.
i prayed to God,
first time i eva felt Him.
and i asked why he couldnt of just took me.
i have no family to raise and care
i have no life except this lifelong dare.
it wasnt right and it isnt fair.
its been 3 weeks, and im the only one who still speaks,
like everyone else just rather forget.
sorry, ill neva forget this debt.
how can i end a letter to a dead sista,
i want to die right along with ya.
its a void inside i cannot hide.
and to think about the good times,
only makes it worste there are no more to come.
i mean this in the best way i can,
God, why do you join people togetha when you know your goin to rip them away?
what is the meanin, what do you gotta say?
it wasnt right, and you know it wasnt.
that was cold blooded murder, no meaning.
no lesson to be learned,
just pain to be endured.
on top of a already dilapidated heart,
now this earthquake has shattered it apart.
i can stop this at any point,
because im not even tryin to make a point.
this isnt for replys or sorrowful crys,
this is strictly for all the ones who die.
and for those who have lost a loved one too.
i write this for them, they love you too.
and for all who have lost a close love,
they watchin you right now, you betta look,
they sittin right next to you, watchin you cook,
layin with you while you read a book,
cryin with you when you realized they was took.
i can go foreva, but i dont have foreva,
i have to move on, but im not leavin you behind
hold my hand where eva i go,
if i drive too fast, make me go slow.
cuz we both know,
your death delt its final blow.
so i go, more down than below.
sadness i feel i have never evn known before.
worste than any heartbreak or injury,
nothin can compare to God's open heart surgury.
i witnessed the birth,
and cryed when you were buried.
i could of drank for weeks,
but i was too numb to even speak.
i know your still with me,
i feel you every day.
but damn,
i wish i could hear your voice.
they dropped you cold blooded,
afraid of somethin i yet have found out.
i know they'll catch them,
i have no doubts.
my own girl didnt even call me that day,
or the week that followed.
the one i was supposed to cry on,
only made it harder when she was not around.
so i sat against the headstone,
awaiting someone, no one, and cryed alone.
i still sleep with your candybear,
alone, sittin and starin.
not even carin,
if i died tonite.
because i might find you then,
and make it all alright.
i could write for hours,
and compel the powers,
but i rather just wish you were hear.
i dont know what hurts worste,
seein you leave,
or watchin you go.
knowin your only son has to grow,
knowin mommy aint there to teach him how to say no
only one day past,
and i knew i wouldnt last.
not after watchin that casket desend,
i knew it was the end.
i prayed to God,
first time i eva felt Him.
and i asked why he couldnt of just took me.
i have no family to raise and care
i have no life except this lifelong dare.
it wasnt right and it isnt fair.
its been 3 weeks, and im the only one who still speaks,
like everyone else just rather forget.
sorry, ill neva forget this debt.
how can i end a letter to a dead sista,
i want to die right along with ya.
its a void inside i cannot hide.
and to think about the good times,
only makes it worste there are no more to come.
i mean this in the best way i can,
God, why do you join people togetha when you know your goin to rip them away?
what is the meanin, what do you gotta say?
it wasnt right, and you know it wasnt.
that was cold blooded murder, no meaning.
no lesson to be learned,
just pain to be endured.
on top of a already dilapidated heart,
now this earthquake has shattered it apart.
i can stop this at any point,
because im not even tryin to make a point.
this isnt for replys or sorrowful crys,
this is strictly for all the ones who die.
and for those who have lost a loved one too.
i write this for them, they love you too.
and for all who have lost a close love,
they watchin you right now, you betta look,
they sittin right next to you, watchin you cook,
layin with you while you read a book,
cryin with you when you realized they was took.
i can go foreva, but i dont have foreva,
i have to move on, but im not leavin you behind
hold my hand where eva i go,
if i drive too fast, make me go slow.
cuz we both know,
your death delt its final blow.
so i go, more down than below.
sadness i feel i have never evn known before.
worste than any heartbreak or injury,
nothin can compare to God's open heart surgury.
