Story Behind the Song
This song I wrote in dedication of my brother, a childhood friend and my grandmother. I would also like to thank Bae' (Baby Girl) Lushelle Randolph for her wonderful contribution to this song. She has the voice of an angel, and a promising career ahead of her, so be on the look out for her. Also, I really appreciated her presence in the studio, while I was doing this song. You might notice that in the last verse, my voice songs a little distorted, and that's because halfway through the verse I started to cry and didn't want her to know, so I turned my head.
Lyrics
For Heaven’s Sake (D.Flythe)
Weeping may endure for the night, but Joy comes in the morning
I know everything will be alright, if you keep on, you keep on, you keep on…
Yo, he was a soldier of misfortune, smarter than a hundred dolphins, Diving often, I cried upon my brothers coffin
Army Desert Storm Veteran, taps played, his life legacy stays
Collapsed days on better men
Caught up in a deadly sin, it’s no medicine to cure it
We just endure it, and never let the fear show
Riding through VA out the rear window, screaming Saigon, we live on
To die is what we’re here for
Born on December 27th, Capricorn, never got gifts from us
Birthday to close to Christmas
Impresser, no lesser, than a hundred women phone numbers
On his bedroom dresser
Trying to make a name for himself, in this cruel game
Many nights I can’t even restrain, I wanna fight
Reminiscing, mad at this paper when I write
God listen, let the souls of my kindred unite
For Heaven’s Sake
Chorus
Hey yo, I just bless the mystics with heavenly written statistics
Some get this, many sit there, pessimistic
Judging it before you listen, hold a grudge against the system
That turns poor kids to rich men
In this day and age, everyone is free to excel,
I’m well grounded and know the bible text well,
But lay astounded at tricks made by the Angel that fell
I pray around it, so my story I’m living to tell
I knew a man who, at the first sign of trouble, ended his life
Said he couldn’t really, fight the struggle
He wanted out, he was selfish, got his wish, blew his head off
His Girl looked on, child just born
Left to raise her all alone, with her pop gone, getting big
Acting grown, asking when her dad 'll be home
Everything that I know, put it in a poem so you can relate
Learn and not make the same mistake
For Heaven’s Sake
Chorus
My grandma Mae, I believe that she was one of the few
Who lived her life as a vessel for God to work through
I remember she taught Sunday school, at the funeral they said
For over fifty years she’d paid her dues
I think of hugs and kisses and the time we spent
She loved candy and made sure our hands were filled with mints
And to this day, I still remember her scent
What was once perfume, in her last years became ointment
She loved cooking and family events
We used to talk about her garden and wrestling and, all of that stuff
She never talked about my Grandpa much, but she loved him dearly
As she loved us, and I hope she hear me
Her last days were filled with horrible pain, I prayed for God
To take her away to a better place and give her, her wings
So he called her home on 10/16, she said "my business is fixed
Now may the works I’ve done, speak for me"
For Heaven’s Sake.
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