Ill Bill - When I Die lyrics

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Ill Bill - When I Die lyrics

[Bob Marley-Interview] [Verse 1] I left you outside the gates of heaven - They wouldn't let me in I waved goodbye as you stepped within It's like hell on earth without you near I named my daughter after you So when she smiles it's sorta like you're still here It's kinda crazy how time flies - 25 years since my grandmom died But it feels like just yesterday when we was all laughing together Those happy memories are so vivid, they'll last me forever And yet you're still here somehow - I still feel your presence I credit you for my inner strength - I feel it in my essense In my soul, in my inner being, in my genetics I wouldn't exist if you hadn't persisted through the trenches I wouldn't have been a lyricist, I owe you every sentence Every verse I've ever written - Your energy is kinetic Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die [Verse 2] I left you outside the gates of heaven - They wouldn't let me in I waved goodbye as you stepped within It's like hell on earth without you near I named my label after you So when I rhyme it's sorta like you're still here It's been a year - Still in shock about exactly what happened to you Made a song for you called "My Uncle" I was just rapping to you, just talking to you I just saw you at my mother's house I can't believe I just bought a coffin for you We always feared that you would die from an overdose God knows you loved to do d**, it swallowed you whole But in the end, d** didn't k** you, cancer did Why do good people die young? I don't know what the answer is All I know is I worshipped you as a scrappy kid Being around you made me feel cooler than rapping did & that's pretty f**in cool, trust me I was embarra**ed when you started smoking crack Honestly, it crushed me - Swept it under the rug Started smoking weed & popping acid but managed to not do the uglier d** We grew apart after my grandmother died Homeless, in and outta jail, we stopped relating to each others lives But years later, we connected once again Not just as nephew and uncle, but as homies, we were friends Though I've grown up, I'm still heartbroken, aching to cry Hoping you're the one holding open those gates when I die

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