I've been trying to do my thing
 Since you've been away
 But I think about you everyday
 It's still hard
 I'm still bitter
 Still missin you sister
 I pour out a little liquor
 Spray your favorite perfume
 We hit the blunt now and then
 Bust out laughin and chokin
 Cuz me and you really wasn't bout no smokin
 Your mom is coping, but it's so rough
 I can see it in her eyes
 I can't stand to be around her too long
 She makes me wanna cry
 Why do God sometimes take away the good ones
 That's the big question that's got everybody stressin
 Ask him for me, so I can tell the mothers and fathers
 Who can't stop mourning for their sons and daughters
 It gets hard around the holidays and your birthdays
 We try to keep busy, taking extra work days
 My hurt days is when I go to ???
 Cuz I ain't got my girl to split it with
 I really get sick
 When I think about that dirty nigga
 But mentally I know he's gettin his
 That makes me sleep better
 I'm never gonna let your memory die
 Even though a big part of me died when you left us
 I bought my moms a house
 The kids are gettin so big
 Even got me a man and all
 We call him Hotboy
 Our kinda nigga
 Thugged out, slugged up
 Bad temper known for tearin shit up
 He treats me nice though
 But I wanna let you know that I'ma work hard
 To stay on the right track and stay on guard
 Lord knows that I love you, my friend
 And I'ma end this until we meet again
 I miss you, Jill

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 Fallen, fallen angels
 I can't believe that you are gone
 I'm standing here all alone