Babe Ruth

Truth is I really miss you
I thank god for your daughter she help me get through
All these issues that I deal with
Remember us laughing but now I'm crying you ain't here no more my heart is crippled
I try to smoke weed to give me the fix I need but
That triggers psychotic behaviors I don't need
Your favorite movie was weekends at bernies
We got a kick at that dead man walking I mean feel dead inside too
Because of you being gone I feel nauseous
I'm sorry for me not showing up to your funeral
I couldn't bare to look at you in that coffin in that visual
And still to this day I feel a way I feel pitiful
Foreal though I got that phone call like a yo son
Come & visit your grandmother she might not make it
I just sat there frozen staring up the ceiling hoping
For you to pull through this battle I really can't take it
You a soldier you gon fight this
I seen you do things on your own that took a man to do so deep down you got this
I couldn't stand going to church but I promised you
I be there grandma packing the peppermints in your purse



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Writer(s): Joshua Carter
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