One sweet mourning
I've got the ticks
Waiting for Him to bring a fix
Sweet beads of anguish down my face
I hear the door and
I'm ready for a chase
I'm the next day
They see I've got that spike in my vain
Try to hard to get to heaven
Now I'm young and vanished
And the family is tremblin'
Dad says,"I'll **** a man sent my young one off to heaven."
Nobody knows
That it's sadder unimagined
The mourning passes,
the casket buried.
Two years later, brother, brother
arrested.
Intention to sell
Dad says it's just his hell.