The Grouch - I've Got More

I wished that you were lying.
I heard the news and I've been crying.
No one's eyeing really.
I remember feeling like yesterday.
I hate that phrase, plus the way you hear about it.
Like you remember so and so? Used to be down with so and so?
They had to go.
You won't ever see them at another show.
I know his brother- his mother, she can barely take it.
You said, she shakes and stays awake at night feeling touch his room.
If only he had made a right instead, it would be one less dead that we knew.
One more dead on the road.
One less pool on the curb.
I'm disturbed-
It just occured to me, last time we spoke I didn't hear a word or see.
I could have been around that day.
I guess I saw the positive note in a way.
I quote what he'd say, then dream about him too.
Sometimes wake up thinking it was all cool.
But all fools know that feeling whether accident to cap peelin'.
Sealed in fate, you got a date at the front gate pearly.
Time waits for no man, and it's never not early to expire.
I feel the fire on my ass, cuz every time I turn around someone to close they gotta pass.
Someone too close they gotta pass away.

If death shall come knockin' at my door today, tell him muthafucka leave cuz I got more to say.
I know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his time, but please don't take mine.
Please don't take mine.

Now how many people go out like they planned to?
Answer, probably none- leave how they come.
Beautiful and peaceful, don't see that too often.
Can't soften the pain.
You can barely get out a blood stain on a rug.
But you're just a name quick.
You make more friends dead then when you're alive and fit.
Start gettin' tattoos and shit they bitin'-
Claiming you were best pals, looking for their name up in your writings.
Family wants heirlooms, and everyone starts thinking about their doom-
and stops living dangerous for a month.
After that it's back to blunts and no seatbelts.
Flowers on your grave dying- only your mother's still weak still crying.
Until that day I think about it and dread it.
Try and do as much as I can so I won't regret it.
Hoping that my family and my friends out last me-
and I live to be 93 and find the key to why I be alive.

If death shall come knockin' at my door today, tell him muthafucka leave cuz I got more to say.

I know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his time, but please don't take mine. Please don't take mine.