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from Flipsyde - Trumpets (2006)
Verse 1:
Please accept my apologies, I wonder what would have been. Would you have been a little angel or an angel of sin? Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys. Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes. I paid for the murder before they determined the sex, choosing our life over your life meant your death. And you never got a chance to even open your eyes, sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life. Would you have been a little genius? In love with math? Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad? Would you have been a little rapper like your poppa The Piper? Would you have made me quit smoking by finding one of my lighters? I wonder about your skin tone and shape of your nose, and the way you would′ve laughed and talked fast or slow. I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen. Happy birthday, I love you for whoever you would′ve been. Happy Birthday Chorus: What I thought was a dream Make a wish Was as real as it seemed Happy birthday What I thought was a dream Make a wish Was as real as it seem I made a mistake Verse 2: I got a million excuses, as to why you died. And other people got their own reasons for homicide. Who′s to say it would′ve worked and who′s to say I wouldn′t have I was young and struggling, but old enough to be a dad. The fear of being my father has never disappeared, I ponder it frequently while I′m sippin′ on my beer. My vision of a family was artificial and fake so when it came time to create, I made a mistake. But now you got a little brother, maybe it′s really you. Maybe you really forgave us knowing we was confused. Maybe, every time that he smiles it′s you proudly knowing that your father′s doing the right thing now. I′ll never tell a woman what to do with her body, but if she don′t love children, then we can′t party. I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen. Happy birthday, I love you for whoever you would′ve been. Happy birthday Chorus (2X) Bridge:(2X) And from the Heavens to the womb to the Heavens again. From the ending to the ending, never got to begin. Maybe one day we can meet face to face, in a place without time and space. Happy birthday. Chorus |
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from Flipsyde - We The People [Explicit Version] (2005)
Verse 1:
Please accept my apologies, I wonder what would have been. Would you have been a little angel or an angel of sin? Tom-boy running around, hanging with all the guys. Or a little tough boy with beautiful brown eyes. I paid for the murder before they determined the sex, choosing our life over your life meant your death. And you never got a chance to even open your eyes, sometimes I wonder as a fetus if you fought for your life. Would you have been a little genius? In love with math? Would you have played in your school clothes and made me mad? Would you have been a little rapper like your poppa The Piper? Would you have made me quit smoking by finding one of my lighters? I wonder about your skin tone and shape of your nose, and the way you would′ve laughed and talked fast or slow. I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen. Happy birthday, I love you for whoever you would′ve been. Happy Birthday Chorus: What I thought was a dream Make a wish Was as real as it seemed Happy birthday What I thought was a dream Make a wish Was as real as it seem I made a mistake Verse 2: I got a million excuses, as to why you died. And other people got their own reasons for homicide. Who′s to say it would′ve worked and who′s to say I wouldn′t have I was young and struggling, but old enough to be a dad. The fear of being my father has never disappeared, I ponder it frequently while I′m sippin′ on my beer. My vision of a family was artificial and fake so when it came time to create, I made a mistake. But now you got a little brother, maybe it′s really you. Maybe you really forgave us knowing we was confused. Maybe, every time that he smiles it′s you proudly knowing that your father′s doing the right thing now. I′ll never tell a woman what to do with her body, but if she don′t love children, then we can′t party. I think about it every year, so I picked up a pen. Happy birthday, I love you for whoever you would′ve been. Happy birthday Chorus (2X) Bridge:(2X) And from the Heavens to the womb to the Heavens again. From the ending to the ending, never got to begin. Maybe one day we can meet face to face, in a place without time and space. Happy birthday. Chorus |
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