the day my father died, i was mad to the highest degree\\
i hated the world and god, why'd they have ta take him from me?\\
he was my best friend, the only person in my world\\
but now im all alone, and im laying in the street curled\\
i have nowhere to go, going home will bring too much sorrow\\
i cant deal with my mom's shit right now, i'll blow like killamanjaro\\
all i wanted was to see him, just so i could say goodbye\\
cause when he died we were fighting, we werent seeing eye to eye\\
i still remember my last words to him, they were the worst i ever said\\
he told me i was immature, i said i wished he was dead\\
i hope he knows i didnt mean it, thats the last thing that i wanted\\
now i cant go to sleep, cause all my dreams are haunted\\
as much as i didnt want to, i told my mom everything i felt\\
she told me to go to church, she said that they could help\\
but now im here at church, they got me searching deep within\\
the only reason i can think of him dying, is because of all my sin\\
its like when jesus died, for all the people that forgot\\
my father died the same way, instead of me, he got shot\\
it wasnt supposed to happen, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time\\
i had beef with the guy who shot him, the bullet was 'post ta be mine\\
the guy who shot my father, was sentance to life in prison\\
they say its a fate far worse than death, but i think it isn't\\
all this searchin deep within, got me to move on with my life\\
now i got 2 kids, they're daughters, and a beatufal wife\\
i try to be the best dad for them, like my father taught me to be\\
the told me when i was little, "your a smaller reflection of me"\\
i take those words to heart, cause hes the best person ive ever met\\
its really hard to think of him, without getting myself upset\\
i miss my dad so much, but one day i'll see him again\\
he still lives on in a way, because his blood runs thru my veins\\