Mothers Reminisce 歌词
| 歌曲 | Mothers Reminisce |
| 歌手 | II Tru |
| 专辑 | A New Breed of Female |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Blaine, Wallace, Wilson | |
| We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children | |
| We got to get in past the pain to start the healin' | |
| (Brina) | |
| To indebted with the pain | |
| And misery dig impressions on all my shoulders | |
| Mothers reminiscin' days of watchin' they child, the first grow older | |
| But a common tragedy - that unexpected moment | |
| That takes one out the game | |
| To me, death rings to takes you under | |
| Face to face with that destiny, no time for compromisin' | |
| No matter who's in the wrong | |
| 'Cause life's the bitch that got us dyin' | |
| Lost souls eternally comin' over trues I knew | |
| June 3rd, Dawn passed and her unborn baby | |
| Too - head on car collision on ? | |
| Around the bend from the place she lived | |
| A catastrophe - may she rest in peace at this dead end | |
| A host of friends, I'm included | |
| Knew her 'cause she was my partner's sista | |
| Can't shake it - is it reality or somethin' my dreams done (?) | |
| Baby Dawnesha took like it a visit to her Granny's home | |
| Too young to remember her mother's face | |
| Gotta tackle this world alone | |
| Dang gone, reach the point of no return | |
| Lord can You help me understand | |
| Your reasons for takin' away from our families? | |
| Morn the passin' of a true that I once knew, mothers reminisce | |
| Hit home 'bout them lost souls that fell prey to this death kiss | |
| We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children | |
| We got to get in past the pain to start the healin' | |
| (Jhaz) | |
| One day, you're here; the next, you're gone | |
| And that's for real | |
| Said these ghetto blues was over | |
| But they done got a sista faded still, and in my mind | |
| I can't believe that they done put my | |
| Closest sista underneath six feet deep | |
| ? we wasn't cool, 'cause I done let some | |
| Outsiders come between some trues | |
| And now I regret lettin' haters in between some thangs | |
| That I can buy, deeper than to bleed | |
| Mothers reminisce, ain't this a trip? | |
| My sister's dead | |
| These ghetto blues done got a sister faded once again | |
| In bed, my head hurtin', worried, my nigga Dawn | |
| Layin' it down and my sister in the dirt buried | |
| And now I'm trippin', 'cause I can't feel this vibe | |
| We just got finished toastin', now my career on the line | |
| Blind on what the next man says | |
| I know can't be - I just called the house | |
| My sista can't be dead - mothers reminisce | |
| We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children | |
| We got to get in past the pain to start the healin' | |
| (Arch) | |
| We would like to dedicate this song to Dawn | |
| Rest in peace | |
| We'll miss you | |
| We like to send our condolences to her beloved parents | |
| Vivian Hall and Donald Hall; her brother Derk Hall; | |
| And her beloved daughter, Dawnesha Hall; | |
| And to all the mothers that have lost a beloved one | |
| Mothers reminisce |
| zuo qu : Blaine, Wallace, Wilson | |
| We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children | |
| We got to get in past the pain to start the healin' | |
| Brina | |
| To indebted with the pain | |
| And misery dig impressions on all my shoulders | |
| Mothers reminiscin' days of watchin' they child, the first grow older | |
| But a common tragedy that unexpected moment | |
| That takes one out the game | |
| To me, death rings to takes you under | |
| Face to face with that destiny, no time for compromisin' | |
| No matter who' s in the wrong | |
| ' Cause life' s the bitch that got us dyin' | |
| Lost souls eternally comin' over trues I knew | |
| June 3rd, Dawn passed and her unborn baby | |
| Too head on car collision on nbsp? | |
| Around the bend from the place she lived | |
| A catastrophe may she rest in peace at this dead end | |
| A host of friends, I' m included | |
| Knew her ' cause she was my partner' s sista | |
| Can' t shake it is it reality or somethin' my dreams done ? | |
| Baby Dawnesha took like it a visit to her Granny' s home | |
| Too young to remember her mother' s face | |
| Gotta tackle this world alone | |
| Dang gone, reach the point of no return | |
| Lord can You help me understand | |
| Your reasons for takin' away from our families? | |
| Morn the passin' of a true that I once knew, mothers reminisce | |
| Hit home ' bout them lost souls that fell prey to this death kiss | |
| We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children | |
| We got to get in past the pain to start the healin' | |
| Jhaz | |
| One day, you' re here the next, you' re gone | |
| And that' s for real | |
| Said these ghetto blues was over | |
| But they done got a sista faded still, and in my mind | |
| I can' t believe that they done put my | |
| Closest sista underneath six feet deep | |
| ? we wasn' t cool, ' cause I done let some | |
| Outsiders come between some trues | |
| And now I regret lettin' haters in between some thangs | |
| That I can buy, deeper than to bleed | |
| Mothers reminisce, ain' t this a trip? | |
| My sister' s dead | |
| These ghetto blues done got a sister faded once again | |
| In bed, my head hurtin', worried, my nigga Dawn | |
| Layin' it down and my sister in the dirt buried | |
| And now I' m trippin', ' cause I can' t feel this vibe | |
| We just got finished toastin', now my career on the line | |
| Blind on what the next man says | |
| I know can' t be I just called the house | |
| My sista can' t be dead mothers reminisce | |
| We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children | |
| We got to get in past the pain to start the healin' | |
| Arch | |
| We would like to dedicate this song to Dawn | |
| Rest in peace | |
| We' ll miss you | |
| We like to send our condolences to her beloved parents | |
| Vivian Hall and Donald Hall her brother Derk Hall | |
| And her beloved daughter, Dawnesha Hall | |
| And to all the mothers that have lost a beloved one | |
| Mothers reminisce |
| zuò qǔ : Blaine, Wallace, Wilson | |
| We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children | |
| We got to get in past the pain to start the healin' | |
| Brina | |
| To indebted with the pain | |
| And misery dig impressions on all my shoulders | |
| Mothers reminiscin' days of watchin' they child, the first grow older | |
| But a common tragedy that unexpected moment | |
| That takes one out the game | |
| To me, death rings to takes you under | |
| Face to face with that destiny, no time for compromisin' | |
| No matter who' s in the wrong | |
| ' Cause life' s the bitch that got us dyin' | |
| Lost souls eternally comin' over trues I knew | |
| June 3rd, Dawn passed and her unborn baby | |
| Too head on car collision on nbsp? | |
| Around the bend from the place she lived | |
| A catastrophe may she rest in peace at this dead end | |
| A host of friends, I' m included | |
| Knew her ' cause she was my partner' s sista | |
| Can' t shake it is it reality or somethin' my dreams done ? | |
| Baby Dawnesha took like it a visit to her Granny' s home | |
| Too young to remember her mother' s face | |
| Gotta tackle this world alone | |
| Dang gone, reach the point of no return | |
| Lord can You help me understand | |
| Your reasons for takin' away from our families? | |
| Morn the passin' of a true that I once knew, mothers reminisce | |
| Hit home ' bout them lost souls that fell prey to this death kiss | |
| We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children | |
| We got to get in past the pain to start the healin' | |
| Jhaz | |
| One day, you' re here the next, you' re gone | |
| And that' s for real | |
| Said these ghetto blues was over | |
| But they done got a sista faded still, and in my mind | |
| I can' t believe that they done put my | |
| Closest sista underneath six feet deep | |
| ? we wasn' t cool, ' cause I done let some | |
| Outsiders come between some trues | |
| And now I regret lettin' haters in between some thangs | |
| That I can buy, deeper than to bleed | |
| Mothers reminisce, ain' t this a trip? | |
| My sister' s dead | |
| These ghetto blues done got a sister faded once again | |
| In bed, my head hurtin', worried, my nigga Dawn | |
| Layin' it down and my sister in the dirt buried | |
| And now I' m trippin', ' cause I can' t feel this vibe | |
| We just got finished toastin', now my career on the line | |
| Blind on what the next man says | |
| I know can' t be I just called the house | |
| My sista can' t be dead mothers reminisce | |
| We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children | |
| We got to get in past the pain to start the healin' | |
| Arch | |
| We would like to dedicate this song to Dawn | |
| Rest in peace | |
| We' ll miss you | |
| We like to send our condolences to her beloved parents | |
| Vivian Hall and Donald Hall her brother Derk Hall | |
| And her beloved daughter, Dawnesha Hall | |
| And to all the mothers that have lost a beloved one | |
| Mothers reminisce |
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