His story

I feel this burden on my shoulders

I had to keep my head held up high

This is a secret I’ve been keeping

And I’m waiting for the right time

That time is now, so I’ll spell it out

I. L.o.s.t. A. P.a.r.t. o.f. m.e.

The day you hit that tree out on I-70

To make the matter worse we couldn’t have ur funeral

Because in North Carolina lives the devil

But the devil ain’t a him it’s a she

And she hurt my family

She spread lies on our names

But it was her who was put to shame

When her accomplice swooped in

And turned him to ash

we were reminiscing his past

Now all I have left of him is pictures

And this little necklace carrying him by my heart