J.a.c.

D Sisive

My number one priority's lost in the game of life



cause death was dominant



It's prominent that I'm losing my touch beacuse my confidence



Consists of zero motivation the frustration



Be taking the best of me...Losing the chemistry



I once possessed rest assure the focal point's the metaphor



From J.A.C. her words of wisdom was always the best of cures



In rough times I'd follow her routes receive the tips



And when I took the risk it seemed that rough times never existed...



In my memory, avoided the density and the felonies



And questioned the... "Why was this angel sent to me?"



It was never understood clearly...The consipracy theory



Left thoughts weary and eyes constantly tearly



From the loss that was faced, my property was defaced



From the relization that she could never be replaced



By any other, to others, they'd all be running for cover



But the opposite was witnessed from my mother



Instead she stood her ground and fought, round for round and brought



The insparation that was caught by myself, that surely taught



That the posotive always rise and shady ones are dispised



I'm seeing it with my eyes, so it ain't really a surprise that...



Only the storng survive, and the weak always demise



But why is it the good ones always have to die?



...I'll try to sleep tight,



despite the fact I guess I'll never see the light...




* Hook * (X2)



I'm feeling pressures the most at night times



when I lay back and close my eyes



And realize simply how much you've been there for me



It ain't to see, but soul searching keeps me awake at diffrent times



To reconize how much you really mean to me...J.A.C.




In a retrospect state,



I vision all my respect escalate into the highest rate...



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