Miss U
Hey cuz, I'll never forget how it was
Riding our bikes from dawn to dusk
And on weekends you slept at my house
In the same bed on a let out couch
Talking till we passed out
Saturday morning was always the same
A bowl of cereal, cartoons, and video games
Boy I miss those days
Playing manhunt from N. Memphis to Orange Mound
The whole city was our playground
I hate I lost you in such a violent way
I can't wait to see you again one day
Oooouu; I miss you
Big Ray, I remember back in the day
How seriously we took playing spades
I could never beat you in checkers
No matter what I couldn't even the record
Man you were special
I know you enjoy being home
Surrounded by your brothers, baby girl
And your son Tyrone, so you're not alone
And tell Freddie, he left his mark in my heart
A true player patriarch
I swear that cat was a real pimp
I miss you all, Tone, JB, and even Skip
Oooouu; I remember every moment we had
All of us together and how much we'd laugh
I remember the jokes, gambling, cussing
I remember it all
Even the funny fights from all the alcohol
And Sis, I would be remiss
If I didn't add you to the list
Your beauty still lives in the eyes of your kids
Carrying the flame that you lit
They are so grounded
They daddy did a good job
Preserved your memory and gave them both a good start
Your little girl, when you left she was eight
She's grown now with the likes of you in her face
I wish you were here to experience it all
I hope from heaven you got to see what I saw
Oooouu; I miss you more and more each day
But I know you're in a much better place
Whether it's Tyre Nichols, George Floyd, Daunte, or Walter Scott
Or Pookie from your street, killed by police, it still hurts a lot
Don't ever let their memory die
Keep them in your mind's eye
And sing to the sky
Oooouu; Talk to the one you lost, speak your thoughts
Let them know how you feel, just how difficult it is
Oooouu; One day you gonna see them again, but until then
Tell them we miss you
Riding our bikes from dawn to dusk
And on weekends you slept at my house
In the same bed on a let out couch
Talking till we passed out
Saturday morning was always the same
A bowl of cereal, cartoons, and video games
Boy I miss those days
Playing manhunt from N. Memphis to Orange Mound
The whole city was our playground
I hate I lost you in such a violent way
I can't wait to see you again one day
Oooouu; I miss you
Big Ray, I remember back in the day
How seriously we took playing spades
I could never beat you in checkers
No matter what I couldn't even the record
Man you were special
I know you enjoy being home
Surrounded by your brothers, baby girl
And your son Tyrone, so you're not alone
And tell Freddie, he left his mark in my heart
A true player patriarch
I swear that cat was a real pimp
I miss you all, Tone, JB, and even Skip
Oooouu; I remember every moment we had
All of us together and how much we'd laugh
I remember the jokes, gambling, cussing
I remember it all
Even the funny fights from all the alcohol
And Sis, I would be remiss
If I didn't add you to the list
Your beauty still lives in the eyes of your kids
Carrying the flame that you lit
They are so grounded
They daddy did a good job
Preserved your memory and gave them both a good start
Your little girl, when you left she was eight
She's grown now with the likes of you in her face
I wish you were here to experience it all
I hope from heaven you got to see what I saw
Oooouu; I miss you more and more each day
But I know you're in a much better place
Whether it's Tyre Nichols, George Floyd, Daunte, or Walter Scott
Or Pookie from your street, killed by police, it still hurts a lot
Don't ever let their memory die
Keep them in your mind's eye
And sing to the sky
Oooouu; Talk to the one you lost, speak your thoughts
Let them know how you feel, just how difficult it is
Oooouu; One day you gonna see them again, but until then
Tell them we miss you
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