People say that we can never live forever, but forever I will hold you.
Deep within my soul, wish I was there to console you.
My heart sheds many tears and many wounds still remain,
but I understand that God had to steal you from your pain.
Will things ever be the same, without your laughter and your wit?
I bet you’re talking Prince’s ear off, probably giving him a fit.
You were a force to be reckoned with, that we can admit.
But your company was grand, for many hours we could sit.
Ups and downs we experienced and hard roads we traversed.
But I already miss you yelling, “Get my make-up bag out of my purse”.
Strong willed and strong minded, pure power in your essence.
Now I long for the chance to spend an hour in your presence.
But your life is not yet over; it’s time for you to get your wings,
then fly as high as they will take you and let the heavens sing.
Yes, I’m going to miss you mama, that’s a fact that can’t be missed.
But I know God called you home, because you’re the next angel on His list…
Before the lights go dim or cease to be,
I want to die while you love me.
There’s nothing wrong with growing old together
but with old age memories fade.
I want you to remember the vibrant youngster I was,
Not the shade I became, my hair going gray.
I want you to remember the kisses, nibbles;
every moment spent.
In our love making sessions, the perfume of our sex
wafting like a mint.
The peels of laughter and corny jokes we shared.
The whispered pledges between us, to let
one know the other cared.
I want you to remember me for forever and a day.
The good times, bad times, all times
every day in every way.
You asked why would I want to die while
you love me in our middle years.
If you would die before me, the love would never fade away
but I will be dead inside from all my tears…
You can’t get on my level if you don’t speak the language.
The flow’s intellectual like it came from Cambridge.
We’re on the same path but not on the same bridge.
Still look the same but I’m far from that lame kid.
Open your eyes, look what the fame did.
Open up your ears and listen to what the pain did.
Tears on my face looking like when the rain slid
down my windowpane.
Then I found a flame that was hid
in my soul. So now homie, the game flipped.
If your boat is sinking, we can’t be on the same ship.
A moneymaker, kind of like when the cain’s whipped.
Konscious thoughts, I’m never letting my brain slip.
Jump on my bandwagon, come and take a train trip.
Still an angel, even though one of my wings is clipped.
Tear drops, kind of like when the drain drips.
You can’t stop the flow, as if one of your veins got ripped…
– Jah Soul