If i don't see you tomorrow,
then who can i blame,
can i blame past fathers,
you know Abel and Cain,
can i blame ya mama,
who let drugs cause her to split,
and instead of pulling back together,
with the white powder is where she sit,
can i blame ya daddy,
who put his hands around ya neck,
slept with a married woman,
and bout his family he'll forget,
or can i blame you,
for being so quiet and so weird,
always trying to find an escape,
fighting back every tear,
or can i blame your granny,
who didn't believe the words out your throat,
now that your gone,
she wishing she had listened when you spoke,
after-all,
i can't blame myself,
I'm not the reason,
you decided to kill yourself,
if that's true,
why do i still nightmare of your face,
the nightmare of the dream,
of seeing you today,
truth of the matter is,
if i don't see you tomorrow,
we could've all took tI'me to help,
instead of looking at this casket with sorrow