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...

Bu