I listen to The Tears of the dead.
As i walk my dark path in a gloomy state of mind
While taking a trip down memory lane of bad things i've done
As i pray for gods forgiveness and keep all horrific things behind
but of all worrys is not god or the law for which is upheld tight
or thoughts of burning in the flamming pits
it is of past elders who struggled to raise me right
I knew i was a demon as i decieved my grandmother
with high hopes for my future...who was I to stop her
her only wishes were to see my great accomplishments
and milestones reached that she set out for me to conquer
I never planned this lifestyle it was more like destiny
seems like it was fate.........
because this lifestyle naturally came to me
But im ashamed of this walk and have high hopes to see the light
As i try to straighten my path...it seems like i cant get ahead
And now everyday as i walk this cruel world of sin
no matter the level of noise i hear the sniffles from the tears of the dead
Now walking a christian life after i concieve a wonderful son
They say the good die quick....
i turned holy and died under the light of gods son
As i watch down on my son begining to follow my path which is ahead
i realise it was'nt my grandmother........
i was crying and heard my own tears since i am now dead