The things I’d do to just go back
To my younger days of us scratching and walking on your back
The breakfast you’d cook at grandmas where you’d so easily make
That stove warmed king syrup over a giant pan sized pancake
We would be so excited just to see that they were done
We always wanted to eat two, but no one could eat more than one
I know a lot of us didn’t get to speak to her before she passed away
But I bet if Aunt Angel was here she would probably say..
Well the way I gave my love was like the way i served pancakes
Those I didn’t like got these hands, but my family got more love than they could take
And all who know me knew what my life was like
Y’all know I’d never take a loss without putting up a fight
There was the part of my life I lived that was ruled by drugs
Boy oh boy, that part …I had to punch my way through
My own body even wanted to fight me, yeah I had a stroke or two
But I took my good arm and my working leg that stroke it left me with and I kicked it’s butt too
And just when I thought my old life had done all the damage it could do
My heart kept trying to send me to those pearly gates and I still fought my way back to you
I woke up happy to fight again, but my body was tired and sore
From all the fights that it had survived and I just couldn’t swing no anymore
But I realized that I no longer needed to fight, my battles were no more
And as I walk into this beautiful light I knew I had won the war
So celebrate my victory, please cry for me no more
I want to hear the claps and cheers of those that I adore
I know I asked a lot of you in life and I’ll only ask for one thing more
Take a cast iron pan…put some hot hot..crisco in it, and make the biggest pancake you ever seen before..
