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