Twiztid - All of the Above lyrics

"We loved him as a brother, as a father
And as a son from his parents and from
His older brothers and sisters he received
An inspiration which he passed on to
All of us he gave
Us strength in time of trouble
Wisdom in time of uncertainty
And sharing in time of happiness he
Will always be by our side"

Sometimes, when they visit, I wonder
"Can they hear me?"
I'm scratching at the box and
Screaming out quite clearly i'm so lonely
My one and only probably took another
That means new daddy and same
Mother for my babies
Before they grown ladies
I hope they remember me when they
Old ladies with their own babies
Carry my memory until it fades away
My mother came to visit me
Yesterday on my birthday
She laid a single rose on
My head stone and said
"It ain't been easy trying to get
Along since you've passed on"
I hear it momma, it's been real turmoil
I've been scratching all month
Trying to hit top soil
I've been working real hard
But my body feels weak well I can't die
I'm just too awake to fall asleep
Tell 'em all that I miss them and
Send it with all my love
Sincerely from the underground
To all of the above shed tears for me
How long they've been praying for me
Also, I'm sending love to all of the above

I gotta whisper to me
We're all alone in a place
I'm underground and I'm surrounded by grace
And all the faith in my existence, see
Lives on and the face of my seed
And I can see it when he visit's me
But I'm a father of the ground now
Family to the earth and I'm
Sorry that I'm gone now
Kiss your mother on the cheek
And tell her I understand why
She still don't speak
Even though I'm in this coffin I
Get haunted by the streets
And the sounds of bloody murder roam
The night that I freaked out
Now it's peace out cause I
Pulled the piece out put it in my mouth and
Blew my motherfucking teeth out
I reached out but nobody reached back
And no, it's not an excuse
But it's the reason that I'm trapped
(inside here)
And everything is black and hard to breathe
Exactly like the life that I
Was trying to leave

You know I hate to see a grown man cry
Sometimes my homies stop by
They're smoking joints to get
Me high in spirit
If they could only know that I hear it
When they cough, hear em when they talk
And scream for them to stay every time
They get ready to take off
Peace ya'll, bring a shovel next time
Cause it's cold down here and this
Dirt is a thick line between life and death
It appears I have nothing left
But the person never forgets just
Like a ghost in transit

I watch 'em move like bandit's
When they rob my corpse
And then they left me on the porch
As a prep for the divorce
And now I'm back in a black bag
On a gurney at the morgue
On a flat slab, hoping the
Journey will bring me home, isn't that sad?
Then I won't say no more
And let you think about me every
Time you hear this flow
They put me back in my coffin
And they lowered me down
And ever since then
It seems like nobody'll come around