My love for you

is like a angel flying true the skye

like a bird in the wintering

your love for me

is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the ceament

My love for you

lives on like the memory of Aliah singin a last song

and your love for me

I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive





My heart goes out to the beautiful woman that raised me

20 years after the wats riot early 80's

pops on drugs, moms couldn't take me in

had a daughter already said she was to young to feed another baby

and shit got crazy, then 2 years came went

baby's just growing away, we cant even pay the rent

no hot water, i remints, tears runnin' down my face as i hold my daughter

you spent years by the fire place, i was in the garden every sunday at the church

bible study at the cartends, i was hard head

back then i was selling crack

when your heard earned money payd for basketball practice

always at the game on time, yelling at the coatches

wondering why your babyboy's sitting on the pon'

even thou life get's hard sometimes, i keep my head up

and i can make the sunshine in just one rhyme

walk with me.





My love for you

is like a angel flying true the skye

like a bird in the wintering

your love for me

is so deep, and sorta like a blck rose cracking the ceament

My love for you

lives on like the memory of Aliah singin a last song

and your love for me

I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive



And now the lanes at the 57 Lincon continetal, peddle to the floor

looking for the highway to heaven, remember when your babyboy was 7

we had good times like i was Jay Jay and you was Fleur the Evans

I should have listen to the revron, now i drain my pain in this 40 ounce

and these born ass records, disrespecting your house

living reckless, look at me, inside your jewlery box

about to pown your necklace, every night you were in the window, lookin'

but what you do when your grandson's crooked, and he to old for whoopin'

used to tell me i was smarter than that, took me down to the compton, swapt me

bought my first starter hat, pulled over ???? jacket to match

a pair of Levis, a number 8 Jordan's with the all black straps

when you died my soul crack'd, can i get a soul clapp

I'm walking without a heart, can somebody hold that?





My love for you

is like a angel flying true the skye

like a bird in the wintering

your love for me

is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the ceament

My love for you

lives on like the memory of Aliah singin a last song

and your love for me

I'll never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive





I got alot of things i wanna aks the Lord

like why i cant see my grandmother face no more

and why i cant seem to live without her

and if i pray could he send her back to me one day

cus heaven to crowded, everytime i think about it

i'm missin' your smile, can barely cough

my angel is gone, im heartbroke, drowning in my own tears

somebody trow me a robe or spread my wings so i can fly

im ready to die

migh cry but im still a man, might be a man but i still cry

big mama my angel in the skye

if u wanna feel my pain, then close your eyes, hold your breath

now thats to close to death, open your eyes

see the light now, and if you love your grandmother like i love mine

go tell her right now, i know how this might sound

but my plan is to show you that i understand, you are appreciated!