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When I'm Gone
I try to live my life, to the best of my ability,
Trying to be a friend but I have more enemies.
Tried to accomplish my goals and my duty as a man
Being a responsible dad and finally hold my son's hand
Would anybody remember me? I don't hear my name too often
Am I still an enemy? Will someone spit on my coffin?
When I'm dead and gone, will my house be in order?
Or scattered about like Mexicans, running for the border?
When I'm gone, will people cry? Or still just run their mouth?
When I"m dead and gone, will people cry or be quiet as a mouse?
I'm trying to be somebody so my son could make it
If he grows up like I did poor, I know he won't be able to take it
Kind words and smile—will people remember that?
Or will they remember my prison life and how they wouldn't write me back?
When I'm gone, I know they'll remember the bad that I've done
Just like going to prison and leaving behind my son
When I'm gone, will people speak bad or speak on the down low?
They won't tell anybody about it, so nobody will ever know
Rumors and gossip about me—that's all they'll hear
When I'm dead and gone, I'll finally face my fear
Before I go, I must have success before I die
So my son could shine as I look down from the sky
I know I must die one day and leave my son all alone
But would he continue my legacy when I'm dead and gone?
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