Letter to Heaven Lyrics

Long Live KC until my last breath

I remember the day you left thought id be aight

But I never did

Thought I could never really love until I had my kid

No pops to ever be around, it is what it is

The sucka said he looking for me, but he never slid

Is it love or is it hate, bruh, I just gotta know

When you're trooping through them streets, bro, you can feel em both

Aye, thats why my heart so cold

Long live KC until my last breath

I hope that you can hear me

We talking like you really there, just wish that you was near me

I'm steady running from my dreams, cause I can't see you clearly

I'm smoking, trying to ease this pain, just cause I miss you dearly

And to my son, someday I hope you truly understand

This life shit tricky, when you trying to be a grown man

No pops around to ever lend a nigga a helping hand

Sit back and think, like was I ever in that nigga plan

It's all good, cause leaving you is what I'll never do

And for my brothers, they ever step they know I'm stepping too

You don't check for me, so why the fuck I have to check for you

You broke my heart when you left, that's not respectable

Is it love or is it hate, bruh, I just gotta know

Don't tell me that you love me, steady gon' go

When Kennan died, it hurt, but I can feel him close

Why the fuck would you leave when I needed you the most

Why the fuck would you leave me nigga

Shit, you still got me fucked up out here nigga

Aye, I remember the day you left thought id be alright

But I never did, thought I could never really love until I had my kid

No pops to ever be around, it is what it is

This suck said he looking for me shit, but he never slid

Aye, is it love or is it hate, bruh, I just gotta know

When you trooping through them streets, baby, you can feel em both

Aye, so my heart's cold

Aye, I remember the day you left thought i would be aight

But I never did, thought I could never really love until I had my kid

No pops to ever be around, it is what it is

This suck said he looking for me shit, but he never slid

Is it love or is it hate, bruh, I just gotta know

When you trooping through them streets, baby, you can feel em both

Aye, so my heart's cold