Blanca (feat. Ca$ketgirl)

Where you goin', I pray that you get better Holdin' on to this little golden sweater When I see you, my heart gets shattered Praying to the sky like, does it really matter Dear life, do you take joy in bringing pain? 'Cause I've noticed more and more with every second in the day With every trip to emergency Driving there with urgency Having thoughts inside my head, "Is this the last of her I'll see?" 'Cause over the years she's gotten weak It's hard not to notice it every time we speak The life that she had inside my memory's depleting I still remember times that we would sit down and be reading and And how she used to make my food We used to be closer than two papers being glued And thinkin' 'bout it now makes me feel like I've been rude Cause I don't come around as much and now I feel I'm viewed As the bad guy 'Cause I've been selfish with my time And maybe what I've done to some degree is like a crime I could be here more 'fore the chance is really gone And I regret not spending time with my second mom Where you goin', I pray that you get better Holdin' on to this little golden sweater When I see you, my heart gets shattered Praying to the sky like, does it really matter The nicotine has really, taken it's toll Arthritis never been this bad, really effecting your bones Your motor skills to walk at this point don't exist And now I'm fearing for the worst every time you're sick Will it be your blood pressure or your sugar that dips Or an infection gone too far that medicine cannot fix I don't wanna see you fade 'cause your soul is too beautiful I don't know how Imma hold myself attending your funeral No one thinks that I care but damn it it's gonna hurt 'Cause the unknown of death is something you don't deserve But is it selfish of me to want you here for much longer 'Cause there might be a paradise for you conquer It might make us be stronger, knowin' that you can prosper I'll carry on your memory and live in your honor So Imma make the most of the time we have left Before the merciless hands of death commit the ultimate theft Where you goin', I pray that you get better Holdin' on to this little golden sweater When I see you, my heart gets shattered Praying to the sky like, does it really matter