Texty: Game. My Love For You.

My love for you
is like a angel flyin' thru the sky
like a bird in the winter, and
your love for me
is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the cement
My love for you
lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singin' a last song
and your love for me
will never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive

My heart goes out to the beautiful woman that raised me
20 years after the Watts Riot, early 80's
pops on drugs, moms couldn't take me in
had a daughter already, said she was to young to feed another baby
and shit got crazy, then 2 years came went
baby's just growing away, we can't even pay the rent
no hot water, i reminisce, tears runnin' down my face as i hold my daughter
you spent years by the fire place, i was in the garden every Sunday at the church
bible study at the carters, i was hard head
back then i was selling crack
when your hard earned money paid for basketball practice
always at the game on time, yelling at the coaches
wondering why your baby boy's sitting on the pon'
even thou life gets hard sometimes, i keep my head up
and i can make the sun shine in just one rhyme
walk with me.

My love for you
is like a angel flyin' thru the sky
like a bird in the winter, and
your love for me
is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the cement
My love for you
lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singin' a last song
and your love for me
will never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive

And now the lanes at the 57 Lincoln Continental, peddle to the floor
looking for the highway to heaven, remember when your baby boy was 7
we had good times like i was Jay Jay and you was Florida Evans
I should have listen to the reverend, now i drain my pain in this 40 ounce
and these born ass records, disrespecting your house
living reckless, look at me, inside your jewelry box
about to pawn your necklace, every night you were in the window, lookin'
but what you do when your grandson's crooked, and he to old for whoopin'

used to tell me i was smarter than that, took me down to the Compton, swap meet,
bought my first starter hat, pulled over raider jacket to match
a pair of Levis, a number 8 Jordan's with the all black straps
when you died my soul cracked, can i get a soul clap
I'm walking without a heart, can somebody hold that

My love for you
is like a angel flyin' thru the sky
like a bird in the winter, and
your love for me
is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the cement
My love for you
lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singin' a last song
and your love for me
will never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive

I got a lot of things i wanna ask the Lord
like why i can't see my grandmother face no more
and why i can't seem to live without her
and if i pray could he send her back to me one day
cause heaven to crowded, every time i think about it
i'm missin' your smile, can barely cough
my angel is gone, i'm heartbroke, drowning in my own tears
somebody throw me a robe or spread my wings so i can fly
i'm ready to die
might cry but i'm still a man, might be a man but i still cry
big mama my angel in the sky
if you wanna feel my pain, then close your eyes, hold your breath
now that's to close to death, open your eyes
see the light now, and if you love your grandmother like i love mine
go tell her right now, i know how this might sound
but my plan is to show you that i understand, you are appreciated

My love for you
is like a angel flyin' thru the sky
like a bird in the winter, and
your love for me
is so deep, and sorta like a black rose cracking the cement
My love for you
lives on like the memory of Aaliyah singin' a last song
and your love for me
will never die like a black child struggling the ghetto to survive