"MOTHERS REMINISCE"
II TRU

We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children.  We got to get in past the pain to start the healin'.

Brina:
To indebted with the pain, and misery dig impressions on all my shoulders, mothers reminiscin' days of watchin' they child, the first grow older.  But a common tragedy--that unexpected moment--that takes one out the game.  To me, death rings to takes you under.  Face to face with that destiny, no time for compromisin'.  No matter who's in the wrong, 'cause life's the bitch that got us dyin'.  Lost souls eternally comin' over trues I knew.  June 3rd, Dawn passed and her unborn baby, too--head on car collision on (?) around the bend from the place she lived.  A catastrophe.  May she rest in peace at this dead end.  A host of friends, I'm included, knew her 'cause she was my partner's sista.  Can't shake it.  Is it reality or somethin' my dreams done (?).  Baby Dawnesha took like it a visit to her Granny's home.  Too young to remember her mother's face, gotta tackle this world alone.  Dang gone, reach the point of no return, Lord can You help me understand Your reasons for takin' away from our families?  Morn the passin' of a true that I once knew, mothers reminisce.  Hit home 'bout them lost souls that fell prey to this death kiss.

We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children.  We got to get in past those pain to start the healin'.

Jhaz:
One day, you're here; the next, you're gone.  And that's for real.  Said these ghetto blues was over, but they done got a sista faded still, and in my mind, I can't believe that they done put my closest sista underneath six feet deep.  (...?...) we wasn't cool, 'cause I done let some outsiders come between some trues, and now I regret lettin' haters in between some thangs that I can buy, deeper than to bleed.  Mothers reminisce, ain't this a trip?  My sister's dead.  These ghetto blues done got a sister faded once again.  In bed, my head hurtin', worried, my nigga Dawn, layin' it down and my sister in the dirt buried.  And now I'm trippin', 'cause I can't feel this vibe.  We just got finished toastin', now my career on the line.  Blind on what the next man says.  I know can't be.  I just called the house.  My sista can't be dead.  Mothers reminisce.

We got these mothers reminiscin' about their the children.  We got to get in past the pain to start the healin'.

Arch:
We would like to dedicate this song to Dawn.  Rest in peace.  We'll miss you.
We like to send our condolences to her beloved parents, Vivian Hall and Donald Hall; her brother Derk Hall; and her beloved daughter, Dawnesha Hall; and to all the mothers that have lost a beloved one.  Mothers reminisce.

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