She grew up a beauty; had the world at her feet
Instead of staying at home she chose a life on the street
With a needle in her arm and pills all around
Man I don't wanna have to put my baby girl in the ground
Her pretty baby boy is just 3 months old
Why the hell wouldnt she listen to a thing she was told
I couldn't overcome those things that drowned out my voice.
I guess she can't overcome that she forced me to make a choice
Now I'm raising this child, who is a part of us both
Seeing to his every need and watching each part of his growth
Precious love, precious love, why do you come with such strife
Precious boy, little boy, I pray you'll have a beautiful life