Big Mama- don't you just love her cooked food
And the way she would speak those comfort words to soothe
Family drama and even broken hearts
The words that she spoke were better than any book smarts
Bad weather shoulda been a sign but we thought is was a rumor
Until the doctor confirmed that she had a brain tumor
Family's crying because there's nothing they can do
Grandson's mad because he can't come to her rescue
It's been months she's laid in that hospital bed
Have to put tubes in her, only way she can be fed
Her daughters having a breakdown; how much can they take now
Big mama gave them peace without making a sound
Can't understand why she has to go now
Though she won't let you know it, pride won't let her show it
She always was heroic, but she left them with her wisdom
God please grant her access to your kingdom
I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the poem cry
I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta let the poem cry
I can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the poem cry
I can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the poem cry
"It's so hard to say goodbye" that's what Boyz II Men said
But that is what Rickey had to tell younger brother Craig
They were both on the playground it was around playtime
Sad thing; it happened in the middle of the daytime
Creepin through the hood was this Cadillac
4 people in it, they were dressed in all black
Had their bullet proof vest and yes, they were all strapped
With their nine's and oozies, you know, their typical gats
Roll the windows down slowly, and emptied the clip
Shooting all sporadically, not caring who or what they hit
The dude they were gunning for got shot in the hip
But they had to take Craig out of the sandbox and put in a pine box
Said he was going to be the black president, he would have been the first
But now he's riding in the back of a hearse
Headlines read "6-year old shot in head"
Now Rickey's brother's dead
I can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the poem cry
I can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the poem cry
Yeah I seen 'em coming down your eyes
But I gotta make the poem cry
I can't see it coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the poem cry
There was this girl, twelve years old
The sweetest little soul, but the world doesn't care about none of that
Her momma died, she's all alone
She doesn't like her father; I mean she's really scared of dad
Not because he drinks, or because he curses
But because of what he do
Terrified, had these nightmares ever since she was two
The way he would feel on her thighs
Would bring pouring tears to stream out her eyes…
See he would molest her and she would cry
Praying to God asking the Lord why
Hoping to grow wings so she could fly
Away, but sometimes she would sit in silence and wish to die
They say you can't turn a bad girl good
But once a good girl gone bad, she's gone forever
Now we mourn forever
She took her life so she wouldn't have to be scorn forever
I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the poem cry
I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta let the poem cry
I know I seen 'em coming down your eyes
But I gotta make the poem cry
I can't see 'em coming down my eyes
So I gotta make the poem cry