i didnt how to feel or act my homeboys const was clueless, i kept telling nyself it was a dream, reminiscing you was still here but as the day went by, i made a tough decision to let you go, everyday i walk with that bourdon on my ahoulders, thinking, hows a son suppose to feel to lose a father locked up, it takes a lot out of me wonderin what your doing uo the looking down at me when i sit he constantly in tears holding back never telling nobody how i really feel, deep down its killing me,everyday i have to remember myself its gonna be okaye, its never late to say goodbye, atleast you aint here in society suffering, but everyday i hurt grieve in pain, lost dont know how to feel, i remember the memories we all shared, i cant believe that the fact i cant turn to nobody qith my feelings that can charish them, i respect you cause tou brought ne into this cold world, i wonder how many really gonna understand when they hear speaking straight facts, ya think its hard, listen to my life story,