In Memory Pt. 1
Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2008 3:37 am
The phone rings for the 50th time that day
on the other end's that fuckin slut claira-mae
Now I ain't saw or heard from this bitch in years
Since we was partyin, n I drank too many beers
Beat the bitch senseless, and left her in tears.
N as she spoke to me, still, her voice filled with fear.
"Can I talk to the husband?" I hear her say
"He's sleepin bitch, what the fuck you want anyway?"
"Here's my number, make sure he calls me, it's really important"
So I write the shit down, bite my lip, hang up the phone and
Wake up the husband, "Claire called, somethin's up"
He says, "Why the fuck would I wanna talk to that slut?"
and goes back to sleep, I pace, He wakes up and calls her
His face while she spoke looked of shock, pain, and horror.
He hangs up the phone, looks at me with tears in his eyes.
"Dal's dead, Died last night." "What happened?" I reply.
"No one knows yet, but he got locked up last week
And when he called his moms, he said he got beat
pretty bad this time, when they caught his ass"
Now you gotta understand, Dal's got quite the past
In n our of jail since he was 12 years old,
Anything you ever needed, one of us sold.
But I left that behind me a long time ago,
My eyes filled with tears, but i couldn't show
him how much i hurt, i had to be strong
Be a soldier, blink em back, n act like nothings wrong.
"The funeral's tomorrow, pack your shit, bus leaves four in the morning"
I pack, call my work, and give them the warning
"I'm taking tomorrow off, the next couple days too,
I have to go bury one of the crew."
on the other end's that fuckin slut claira-mae
Now I ain't saw or heard from this bitch in years
Since we was partyin, n I drank too many beers
Beat the bitch senseless, and left her in tears.
N as she spoke to me, still, her voice filled with fear.
"Can I talk to the husband?" I hear her say
"He's sleepin bitch, what the fuck you want anyway?"
"Here's my number, make sure he calls me, it's really important"
So I write the shit down, bite my lip, hang up the phone and
Wake up the husband, "Claire called, somethin's up"
He says, "Why the fuck would I wanna talk to that slut?"
and goes back to sleep, I pace, He wakes up and calls her
His face while she spoke looked of shock, pain, and horror.
He hangs up the phone, looks at me with tears in his eyes.
"Dal's dead, Died last night." "What happened?" I reply.
"No one knows yet, but he got locked up last week
And when he called his moms, he said he got beat
pretty bad this time, when they caught his ass"
Now you gotta understand, Dal's got quite the past
In n our of jail since he was 12 years old,
Anything you ever needed, one of us sold.
But I left that behind me a long time ago,
My eyes filled with tears, but i couldn't show
him how much i hurt, i had to be strong
Be a soldier, blink em back, n act like nothings wrong.
"The funeral's tomorrow, pack your shit, bus leaves four in the morning"
I pack, call my work, and give them the warning
"I'm taking tomorrow off, the next couple days too,
I have to go bury one of the crew."