Buck 65 - "Ice" Lyrics
All my soul, my head aching tummyWhy in world was my mother taken from meUp until the last minute Ive been looking for the answerHard as tried she couldnt out run the breast cancerWhat am I supposed to do, I need at least another year,There comes time everyday I need to have my mother hearI need to talk to her its important,it seems to beI got to make her understandWho will be there to pick me up by the waste beenPlus one day I promised I would take her to grace landThere is things she needs to seeFor instance I planned on building a family of my ownShe never had grandchildrenShe always helped to make my work in the kitchen painlessI want her to see when I am finally rich and famousWho will I ask my stupid questions when they come upMy first impulse is I want to call my mum upBut then I am left standing thereHolding the telephone wishing this head ach would leave me the hell aloneThe last thing I need now is for pain to fill my empty spacesRight now I fell pain in plenty of placesI need to make her laugh moreI want to have pictures takenShe always telling her friend about the records her son Richard's makingI need to listen to her stories and tell her my own onesI want her to watch when I hit lots of home runsFor there are a few things I need to say sorry forBlame me instead of your-selfAs for Lorry and AmyIll make sure there okAnd that they always where there seat beltI promise to ease back when ever the heats feltI want to go home and show off this weekendBut I cant and it fells like I might go off the deep endIts painful being hereBut its unfit thereMy mothers gone away and its not one bit fair
