My number one priority's lost in the game of life
cause death was dominant
It's prominent that I'm losing my touch beacuse my confidence
Consists of zero motivation the frustration
Be taking the best of me...Losing the chemistry
I once possessed rest assure the focal point's the metaphor
From J.A.C. her words of wisdom was always the best of cures
In rough times I'd follow her routes receive the tips
And when I took the risk it seemed that rough times never existed...
In my memory, avoided the density and the felonies
And questioned the... "Why was this angel sent to me?"
It was never understood clearly...The consipracy theory
Left thoughts weary and eyes constantly tearly
From the loss that was faced, my property was defaced
From the relization that she could never be replaced
By any other, to others, they'd all be running for cover
But the opposite was witnessed from my mother
Instead she stood her ground and fought, round for round and brought
The insparation that was caught by myself, that surely taught
That the posotive always rise and shady ones are dispised
I'm seeing it with my eyes, so it ain't really a surprise that...
Only the storng survive, and the weak always demise
But why is it the good ones always have to die?
...I'll try to sleep tight,
despite the fact I guess I'll never see the light...
* Hook * (X2)
I'm feeling pressures the most at night times
when I lay back and close my eyes
And realize simply how much you've been there for me
It ain't to see, but soul searching keeps me awake at diffrent times
To reconize how much you really mean to me...J.A.C.
In a retrospect state,
I vision all my respect escalate into the highest rate...
Bu