| Song | I'm Ur Dream (2008) |
| Artist | 조Pd |
| Album | Part.1 - State Of The Art |
| 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 |
| 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 candlelight 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 highdose painkillers 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 candlelight 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 candlelight 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 |