paroles de chanson To Whom It May Concern - Snick Foley

I never thought that, Amtrak, hug, be the place that we last meet
A Monday morning call be the time that we last speak
My eyes, bloodshot, snotty sleeves, since last week
Taught me, be a fighter; I'm getting my ass beat
Spent too long like Roy Jones thinking I can't be touched
I ain't got no time machine; shit I can't do much
Know you told me be the glue, "Yo Boo, hold it together"
But it's hard to fix what's broken, don't think I'll hold it forever
However, I recall recording at Tre's alone
Mom using Sharlece, number to hit my phone
Asked "you heard from your father? Go check up on your pops"
Said "he missed his doctor visit. We just heard that from the cops"
Called your phone; land lord answers "is this the son?"
"I think your father passed, heart attack, around one"
I called Mom back, Shardae too, relayed the message
In denial, train of thought off the rails, trapped in the wreckage
We called every single hospital, all police stations
They called her back first and explained the situation
"He called the paramedics, yes he passed, that much is true"
"They arrived; 4 minutes later; there was nothing they could do"
Hate they told my little sister, that she had to go receive it
We crying on the phone, while mom, couldn't believe it
But for me, I skipped right past shock; fell to my knees
Screaming out in anger and sadness like "God please!"
Now who gon' tell Dasha? She done gone away to college
She dealing with enough, how she gon' take the knowledge?
I booked my train back, next day, no hesitation
Seven hours, holding back tears til my destination
Once I reached the station, outta the pan, straight in the fire
I stood, where you stood, when I seen you, 2 weeks prior
I raced out, bawling and bugging, causing a scene
Praying I would wake up and learn this all was a dream
But it wasn't. It's hard to duck nightmares when they right there
Tryna tell my aunt, while I'm wondering, how she might fare
The words out, now everyday insurance in my pockets
With funeral homes, cemeteries, just wanting profit

Just stop it! Can y'all relax? Just let a nigga breathe
(Can y'all relax? Just let a nigga grieve)
They ain't give no reprieve, taking leave, to your old hood
Walked, where you walked, soaked it in, like the bold should
Set up the service, same place as my grandparents
Y'all reunited, be excited
It's hard to hide it, that's why I don't, I cried on every shoulder
Church ladies praying for me, the embrace just made me colder
I told ya, if anything happens no need to worry
I'll send you off with class and I'll do that shit in a hurry
And that's exactly what the fuck I did!
I got some help, but I gave all I could fucking give
Shit, you know I couldn't waver; that's major, and since I couldn't save ya
Only right for all you did for me that I return the favor
I stared at you, closed your casket, ain't close the chapter
We all know the tears, they follow after the laughter
So all the memories they'll never fade to memory
If there's an afterlife, I hope you'll still remember me
So as I pen these lyrics, I hope somehow you can hear it
Letter, to my father, it's your son, Foley Spirit