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I was only ten, it was a normal weekend Just a Saturday, towards the evening I'm sure I spent my time drawing or reading I recall my mom's in the corridor cleaning Dad and sister just got back from the food shop With a few bags full of fruit, a pan and a new wok They were laughing as my dad took his shoes off Then boom daddy collapsed, quit actin' a fool Pop Why is he not moving? Why has he stopped? What is he doing? C'mon, pop, you gotta get up! My mom's rolled him over, dad was foaming at the mouth My sister phoned the ambulance as I ran up out the house I gave a yell filled with rage and pain as well My fingers were aching from ringing on my neighbor's bell No one came when I called or prayed for help That's why I hate god, hate my neighbors, hate myself Hate the ambulance, lousy fools inside How can you revive a human life if it takes two hours to arrive? February '95, I recollect the very first fucking time that I met with death I was very deep in love with a queen, a fiend I wanted to stay stuck in a dream We'd make love on repeat, spend our days under the sheet Never leave the bed, unless we make something to eat Sweet, not a single fight, it all seemed alright Until our first evening, beef occurred and made us feel uptight We screamed, cried, didn't sleep all night Next morning shorty was coughing up blood and bleeding from her mosquito bites Hurry! We made our way to the doc' We made her take a blood test, the results gave him a shock Go straight to the hospital, we gazed at the clock Only they can save her now and say what she got Off we went to the oncology section, trying to focus Her arm had swollen so bad the sight was atrocious When we got the diagnosis, we both cried the notion, leukemia I found hard to hide my emotion I told her trust my devotion, to fight for your life's emotion We both frightened but with hope I know that we can find a potion If it's strong, our love will last long everyday I put plastic gloves and masks on Her room was a prison Body sickened by the food in addition To the chemo, transfusion, tons of tube in her system I witnessed the shriveling and losing hair Get too weak to speak and use her two feet, she had to use a chair She left no room to fear and never gave in to despair Today this crazy episode feels like an ancient souvenir We made it through the years, smelling roses everyday We'll never know when death will be back to take our breath away You're dying little by little You-you-you're dying little by little You-you-you're dying little by little You're dying little by little You're dying Li-little by little Li-li-l-l You're dying, dying You're dying little by little You-you-you're dying little by little You-you-you're dying little by little Y'all treat life like an alcoholic whore at the bar to scoop up Y'all abuse her and go through the Kama Sutra Karma's a puta, the coolest, calmest cougar Who can see through every one of your smart maneuvers? She can read the cards that you've got Have you tossed from a moving car or rooftop? Pray to Jesus, Allah, Buddha, may God give you luck Death is round the corner, it ain't hard to screw up All turn to dust, yet some of these fools trust They'll live until a hundred with a wonderful future I've watched youngens go, some didn't do much One kid got his skull crushed under a school bus "It's not fair," that's what they said, but death don't care One minute you're here, next you're in our prayer Play this at my funeral, it's kinda suitable Take off your ties and suits, spare me your goodbyes and toodaloos Time is moving, It's time to remind a few of you You next in line, quit treating life like a Rubik's cube and let me die Enjoy the sunshine, you stupid fools I envy y'all Remember y'all, life is beautiful
Writer(s): Pierre Scarland, Alban Bernad Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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