Dear Jill I've been trying to do my thing Since you've been away But I
think about you everyday It's still hard I'm still bitter Still missin
you sister I pour out a little liquor Spray your favorite perfume We
hit the blunt now and then Bust out laughin and chokin Cuz me and you
really wasn't bout no smokin Your mom is coping, but it's so rough I can
see it in her eyes I can't stand to be around her too long She makes me
wanna cry Why do God sometimes take away the good ones That's the big
question that's got everybody stressin Ask him for me, so I can tell the
mothers and fathers Who can't stop mourning for their sons and
daughters It gets hard around the holidays and your birthdays We try to
keep busy, taking extra work days My hurt days is when I go to ??? Cuz I
ain't got my girl to split it with I really get sick When I think about
that dirty nigga But mentally I know he's gettin his That makes me sleep
better I'm never gonna let your memory die Even though a big part of me
died when you left us I bought my moms a house The kids are gettin so
big Even got me a man and all We call him Hotboy Our kinda
nigga Thugged out, slugged up Bad temper known for tearin shit up He
treats me nice though But I wanna let you know that I'ma work hard To
stay on the right track and stay on guard Lord knows that I love you, my
friend And I'ma end this until we meet again I miss you,
Jill
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Fallen, fallen angels I can't believe
that you are gone I'm standing here all alone