My loved ones. My loved ones. My loved ones

Be my flower

My loved ones. My loved ones(still you gotta let 'em go)

Give them their flowers

Before you're in the front row (give 'em their flowers)

Or you'll be sad & grieve they're gone (you'll be sad)

But still you gotta let 'em go (still you gotta let 'em go)

Give them their flowers

Before you're in the front row (give 'em their flowers)

Or you'll be sad & grieve they're gone (you'll be sad)

But still you gotta let 'em go (still you gotta let 'em go)

My mother's maiden name is Wade

She from a line of folks that came from Texas to LA

And it was hard but they found jobs in the shipyard

Enough to have a house and kids a front and a back yard and a dog to guard

Plenty of sunshine, having a simple attitude

The eastside was like Harlem Nights on Central Avenue

Before it was in shambles some of my folks gambled with no blunder

My Great Grandaddy ran them numbers

Everybody was doing business in Los Angeles

Home of some of the nicest folk and the most scandalous

I'm one of the nicest, got home training actually

Put down by my family's southern hospitality

My Great Grandaddy Wade paved the way for all his damn kids

A man of his stature should be remembered for what the man did

I remember building with him but I was still little though

Didn't quite recognize his health getting critical

Family looking pitiful with the young kids unsociable

Moms all regretful not saying much, unusual

Saturday in LA sunny skies so beautiful

But I recognized death on the front row at his funeral

Give them their flowers, before you're in the front row

(Give 'em their flowers)

Or you'll be sad & grieve they're gone (you'll be sad)

But still you gotta let 'em go (still you gotta let 'em go)

Give them their flowers, before you're in the front row

(Give 'em their flowers)

Or you'll be sad & grieve they're gone (you'll be sad)

But still you gotta let 'em go (still you gotta let 'em go)

I look at my nephew, he's alive to see his great greats

Just like I was but not old enough to appreciate

‘Give your Great Grandmother some sugar baby’

She'll feed you real good and ask ya what you done lately

Some people don't got no folks so cherish the ones you have

Don't hold a lifelong grudge just 'cause he made you mad

I had to learn that, can't lose too many and never reconcile

You'll feel shitty full of pity and go into exile

Might cut your hair (might might) and rip your clothes

You'll fall down with your face in the ground to mourn the old

So much information coulda got shoulda got but did not

Wish not but now they lie there the loss of a loved one nightmare

(Am I woke yet?)

Give them their flowers. Before you're in the front row

(Give 'em their flowers)

Or you'll be sad & grieve they're gone (you'll be sad)

But still you gotta let 'em go (still you gotta let 'em go)

Give them their flowers before you're in the front row

(Give 'em their flowers)

Or you'll be sad & grieve they're gone (you'll be sad)

But still you gotta let 'em go (still you gotta let 'em go)

Remember the sick and shut in convalescent homes are lonely

Take a little time to think about your dead homiez

Pour out a lil liquor do this in remembrance of them

Or drink a brew with 'em before you be reminiscing

You'll be asking why passing is such sweet sorrow

We've got time to borrow but will we see tomorrow

Twelve gun salute to the fallen soldier

A folded flag and a closed casket says you're over

You can call Jehovah Jah Rasta or Yaweh

Allah or rely on the Rabbi still one day we die

It wasn't dope when the letter got wrote to the now widow

She can't cope ain't got no hope and it's hard to cry a little

She cries puddles death is subtle

Slowly the months go after you and your family is on the front row

Give them their flowers before you're in the front row

(Give 'em their flowers)

Or you'll be sad & grieve they're gone (you'll be sad)

But still you gotta let 'em go (still you gotta let 'em go)

Give them their flowers / Before you're in the front row

(Give 'em their flowers)

Or you'll be sad & grieve they're gone (you'll be sad)

But still you gotta let 'em go (still you gotta let 'em go)

My loved ones. My loved ones. My loved Ones

Yo,rewind in time and you will find

Live on Live On to all the ancestors