A Rose Is Still A Rose

For some reason i woke up this morning grieving n u were heavy on my mind

i couldn't figure out if i was just missn u or u were actually wit me this time

i reminisced on days when we'd walk cross lehigh n have beef wit chicks we didn't even know

the point was we'd ride, me for u, u for me, and our bond had just started to grow

we proclaimed we were sisters despite a blood line and we meant it with all that we had

i'd give u what u needed just because u were lacking even if it was all that i had

i moved, made new friends, but we always remained in our hearts as just what we were

those flunkies i met, who tried to duplicate me, memories of them are all now a blur

we even started to look alike...remarkable as it seems and everyone pointed it out

we didn't even think it was odd when we'd go out sometimes and everyone asked us about...

r we twins? how could that b? we'd laugh at them til tears fell from our eyes

remember when we ran wit it and claimed to actually be twins to a couple of guys?

those tears of laughter bcame tears of great worry when i heard u were sick on some real shit

i called u on it, u lied in my face, knowing i wouldn't have known how to handle it

i told u call if u need me, i kept coming around, i'd drive up and u'd say "I know"

who'd have thought what u knew was so much more than that, and u wanted me to let go

when i saw u again, u had tubes up ur nose and a machine helping u breath

ur mom called me and mommy to come say goodbye so u'd know it was ok to leave

i swear i didn't wanna come, it was selfish, i know, but the minute we did, ur soul made it's way

for me it was pain beyond any earthly measure but for u that was a marvelous day

at ur service i spoke wit such confidence but my mind took me to some new place

i lost a piece of me, i became someone else, that piece i could never replace

i gave my baby ur name just cuz "what else to do" i was pregnant when my sister died

and not til right now as i write u this scribe, have i actually let go and cried

now i know it's ok. i'll live on in ur memory. and all that i surpass or do

i'm doing my best, exceeding perfection, and doing it for me and u

my babies know of u, we laugh in ur memory, auntie is who u r to them

ur a rose from the concrete and although u have wilted i'll live my life as your stem.