Ill Bill
Ill Bill - When I Die songtekst
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I left you outside the gates of Heaven, They wouldn't let me in I waved goodbye as you stepped within It's like hell on Earth without you near I named my daughter after you, So when she smiles, it's sorta like you still here It's kinda crazy how the time flies, 25 years since my grandmoms died But it feels like just yesterday when we was all laughing together Those happy memories are so vivid, they'll last forever And you're just still here somehow I still feel your presence I credit you for my inner strength, I feel it in my essence In my soul, in my inner being, in my genetics I wouldn't exist if you hadn't persisted through the trenches I wouldn't have been a lyricist, I owe you every sentence Every verse I ever written, your energy is kinetics Though I'm grown-up, I'm still heartbroken, aching, and crying Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die I left you outside the gates of Heaven, They wouldn't let me in I waved goodbye as you stepped within It's like hell on Earth without you near I named my label after you, So when I rhyme, it's sorta like you still here It's been a year, and still in shock about exactly what happened Did you make us all for your were my uncle and I was just rapping Need you, just talking to you I just saw you at my mother's house, I can't believe I just poured a coffee for you We always feared that you would die from an overdose You loved to do drugs, it swallowed you whole But in the end drugs didn't kill you, cancer did I look at people die young, I don't know what the answer is All I know is I worshiped you as a scrappy kid Being around you made me feel cooler than rapping did And that's pretty f*cking cool, trust me I was the baddest when you started smoking crack, honestly it crushed me Swept in under the rug, started smoking weed and poppin' acid But managed to not do the uglier drugs We grew apart when my grandmother died Homeless, in-and-out of jail, we stopped relating to each other's lives But years later we connected once again Not as just neṗhew and uncle, but as homies, we were friends Though I'm grown-up, I'm still heartbroken, aching, and crying Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die