Her Flowers

(I don't know)
(Tell me what you're going through)
(Tell me what you are gonna do)

Everybody has a plan that few will understand
Limits of what people will do or even can

They see the crib with gold and assume you ain't the man
I wasn't born rich, my pops had to have it happened

Now I'll grow up and take the glove to make it happen
Having a backyard where money grows on trees

But before that all begins to happen
I left Sandra's flowers on my grave stone

The burden that I had to grow up with alone
Had nowhere to go but there was only one way out

You picked the life you wanted but there can't be any doubt

Im making these fuckers retire cause they can't keep up
Overpassing enemy lines making things better for myself

Making more space for rewards over on my shelf
She picked the things she needed but you weren't one of them

The heart hurts like you got stabbed just to be a man
Temptation to send over a message but you already know things would only go worse that's why I would rather write it as a verse

I never wanted to be in a competition

But I guess they want what I want, but they know they can't
Left my past life's belongings in the past

I going to achieve it all carrying her flowers

That will be on my grave
Stone when I die alone

Bury me on top of a mountain facing the west
So I see the sun rest, holdin her flowers in a nest

(Tell me what you're going through)
(Tell me what you are gonna do)
(Tell me what you're going through)
(Tell me what you are gonna do)

So,
Everybody has a plan that few will understand

Limits of what people will do or even can
They see the crib with gold and assume you ain't the man

You had your minutes but you're way past your game
So I go with the clock running low, driving people insane

Countin hours like dollar bills, trading time for some peace
All of a sudden everyone is complaining about the peace

But they don't know, peace comes with a lot of goodbyes
The goodbyes they aren't ready for, so they keep livin' on

These last few weeks, i've been scared to sleep
Not knowing for sure if I'm waking up

A lot of bad things going on, when are things switchin up
Let me tell you where I picked her flowers from

Her flowers consist of roses and a dead blue violet
Roses represent my passion for her

The violet is dead cause the hope is lost
I Picked the life I wanted and know where I'm headed too

All I can say is so long may I meet you in the afterlife

Now,
Everybody has a plan that few will understand

Limits of what people will do or even can
They see the crib with gold and assume you ain't the man