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