#313286/Kyrie

Wakin' up at the crack of dawn to yellin'
(Yellin', yellin')
There is no first name basis for a felon
(Felon)
(Felon)
(Felon)
And all I have is time

Mail's like gold
Moms cant write they say shes gettin' too old
They put her in a home
It ain't lookin' too good say her body's gettin' cold
But shell be just fine

Concrete walls closin' in
Recycled air hot combs burnin'
A game of Spades turns into ten
And there is no such thing as a friend
And I'm losing my mind

I don't understand
Why I cant be free
To see my mother's face
Man this pain is killin' me
(Oh)

Concrete walls closin' in
The service you wont be attendin'
Your mother's gone so dont pretend
Your children are crying and their wonderin'
Where the hell is my mom?

The gifts he gifts are always in season
They never wear out
They last forever
One gift I'm thinking of?
Life
It's taken for granted sometimes but its so precious
People don't seem to realize how precious it is
Until it's almost gone

And all I have is time

(Kyrie)



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