Thoughts of the Past

Your memory or My consciousness for rhyming and collecting your thoughts Stare deeper in my eyelids Til' your pupils enlarge And you're closer to dying but don't seem too alarmed It's the people involved In retrospect my time is detriment With hell aside, my only sense is to carry your heart But I'm terrified, but recognize your spirit lives on Just play this song for my daughter And tell her daddy is strong Tell her daddy had to choose his own fate Tell her daddy shouldn't associate with niggas that's fake Tell her daddy made his own bed and it's to time come lay Tell her daddy was a solider that made some mistakes Tell her that love is the key Don't let a nigga tell her different I ain't have love for niggas That's why daddy's casket living Buried in the finest linen Killed by a selfish nigga that had to take yo daddy's life Because he had the things he didn't So before I go make sure you play this for my kids Let em' venture through the past And see the life I used to live Every struggle, every crumb When mama couldn't make her ends Show em' every I place went so they can know just where I been So by the end of this song They would finally understand and venture back into my life And what made daddy to a man What made daddy take a stand and lead niggas I call my brothers So this song is for my daughter Tell her that I fucking I love her Your memory or My consciousness for rhyming and collecting your thoughts Stare deeper in my eyelids Til' your pupils enlarge And you're closer to dying but don't seem too alarmed It's the people involved In retrospect my time is detriment With hell aside, my only sense is to carry your heart But I'm terrified, but recognize your spirit lives on Just play this song for my daughter And tell her daddy is strong