Flowers For The Dead

[Intro: Cuban Link] Let's have a moment of silence for those that ain't here right now I know you're up in Heaven smiling down You might be gone, but never forgotten Flowers for the dead At times, I still hear your voice in my head But I wish you was here instead And all our precious memories, I'll never forget [Verse 1: Cuban Link] Twin, we've been best friends ever since we were little kids So I sit and reminisce on all the things we ever did I remember all the stupid shit I can't forget Hope God forgive us for our sins and give you the strength to live Far from sensitive, but I'm shedding tears right now 'Cause I'm watching you fight for your life and I can't help out Meanwhile, the doctor's shockin' your chest, checkin' for breath I was with you from the stretcher to the hospital bed Not believing it yet, everybody sad and depressed Counting your blessings, prayin' and prayin', hoping for the best Waitin' in bed, your wife duke shaking from stress Breaking in tears and fear 'cause, dog, she loved you 'til death Next thing you know, the doctor comes out, just shaking his head Nothing was said but I read it in his face full of sweat You were dead, just all I saw instead was blood shot red And I felt a chill through my body that I'll never forget God bless you [Chorus: D'Mingo & Cuban Link] Flowers for the dead At times, I hear your voice still in my head (Loud and clear, baby) Wishing you were here instead These precious memories I can't forget (La flore pa' los muertos) Flowers for the dead At times, I hear your voice still in my head (Yeah, uh) Wishing you were here instead (Wish you was here with me) These precious memories I can't forget [Verse 2: Cuban Link] In my sleep, I hear you speaking to me And feel you reaching to me, wish I could see you Though I know you with me spiritually, physically Right here besides me is where I need you to be Keeping me company and take over this whole industry Memories of when we used to be too deep in the streets If there was beef, we had each others backs naturally If there was need for me to grab the heat, you'd grab it from me And blast off with no remorse just as long as it's me Young indeed, we sat and chat on the block puffing trees Guzzling Hennessy, playing knuckles 'til one of us bleed You used to eat Rocks and read encyclopedias to me You was a genius, even though you had no college degree We were homies, but you will always be a brother to me So close, we always gave each other kiss on the cheek Big P, your legacy will always live on the streets And best believe I'ma be there for your wife and three seeds Rest in peace [Chorus: D'Mingo & Cuban Link] Flowers for the dead (Flowers for the dead) At times, I hear your voice still in my head Wishing you were here instead These precious memories I can't forget (La flore pa' los muertos) Flowers for the dead (Flowers for the dead) At times, I hear your voice still in my head (Uh) Wishing you were here instead (Never forget) These precious memories I can't forget ( Uh, I miss you) [Verse 3: Cuban Link] Yeah, this is dedicated to the ones who never made it I hated the fact you faded away, you were the greatest So I say this prayer to pay my respects I'll never forget you 'cause you special I'll catch you in my heart, may God bless you Rest in peace to my peoples who passed away Best believe, I'ma keep you alive always 'Til the day we meet again, face to face with a grin In Hell or Heaven, you my twin to the end and I'ma miss you [Chorus: D'Mingo & Cuban Link] Flowers for the dead (Flowers from the dead) At times, I hear your voice still in my head (Word up) Wishing you were here instead (Miss you) These precious memories I can't forget (La flore pa' los muertos) Flowers for the dead At times, I hear your voice still in my head Wishing you were here instead These precious memories I can't forget [Outro: Cuban Link] Rest in peace, my nigga I know you chillin', I know you chillin' I know you with God right now I can feel it, know what I'm sayin'? Even though you ain't here I know you alright though You watchin' over me The big brother should Love you, my nigga (La flore pa' los muertos)