(Verse 1)
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I left you outside the gates of heaven - They wouldn't let me in
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I waved goodbye as you stepped within
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It's like hell on earth without you near
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I named my daughter after you
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So when she smiles it's sorta like you're still here
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It's kinda crazy how time flies - 25 years since my grandmom died
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But it feels like just yesterday when we was all laughing together
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Those happy memories are so vivid, they'll last me forever
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and yet you're still here somehow - I still feel your presence
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I credit you for my inner strength - I feel it in my essense
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In my soul, in my inner being, in my genetics
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I wouldn't exist if you hadn't persisted through the trenches
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I wouldn't have been a lyricist, I owe you every sentence
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Every verse I've ever written - Your energy is kinetic
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Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry
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Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die
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(Chorus)
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My guardian angel flies
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These tears I cry, asking for mercy
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It hurts so deep inside
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But I hear your cries
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Asking for mercy
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(Verse 2)
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I left you outside the gates of heaven - They wouldn't let me in
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I waved goodbye as you stepped within
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It's like hell on earth without you near
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I named my label after you
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So when I rhyme it's sorta like you're still here
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It's been a year - Still in shock about exactly what happened to you
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Made a song for you called "My Uncle"
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I was just rapping to you, just talking to you
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I just saw you at my mother's house
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I can't believe I just bought a coffin for you
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We always feared that you would die from an overdose
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God knows you loved to do drugs, it swallowed you whole
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But in the end, drugs didn't kill you, cancer did
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Why do good people die young? I don't know what the answer is
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All I know is I worshipped you as a scrappy kid
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Being around you made me feel cooler than rapping did
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and that's pretty fuckin cool, trust me
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I was embarrassed when you started smoking crack
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Honestly, it crushed me - Swept in under the rug
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Started smoking weed and popping acid but managed to not do the uglier drugs
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We grew apart after my grandmother died
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Homeless, in and outta jail, we stopped relating to each others lives
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But years later, we connected once again
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Not just as nephew and uncle, but as homies, we were friends
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Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry
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Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die
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(Chorus x2)
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My guardian angel flies
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These tears I cry, asking for mercy
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It hurts so deep inside
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But I hear your cries
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Asking for mercy
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When I Die
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| Ill Bill |
