Topic: Bitter To The Grave
If I died tomorrow, would you still hate my name?
Would it make a difference, who really was to blame?
Or would you think about it?
Maybe change your mind?
Since still there'd be my family, that I'd left behind.
Your children call me uncle.
Ya'll used to call me friend.
And now you say you'll hate me, untill the bitter end.
As life goes on without me, would you wonder and begin, to think about, just what if...
All of us were friends?
Lies and hate are two edged swords.
They always cut two ways.
Ain't no way to end your days...
Bitter to the grave.
Start with you.
Do the next right thing.