I remember when I met you, my boy Norman was foolin'
When he saw you and your cousin and said your "Ac was boomin'!"
You did not understand him but I explained it to you later,
He may not have seen an angel but I saw something greater.
I used to keep you laughing because I enjoyed your smile.
Although my eyes were probably focused, elsewhere all the while.
We used to be together, when your father was taken away.
When I went to the park to hoop, you used to watch me play.
I used to spy you on the hill, while I was playing ball.
With the curves your body used to sport, it wasn't hard at all.
I'd walk over to where you sat; you rested on a swing,
And I'd stand there so proud and tall, Holcomb's Lion King!
While all the men would try their best, to make you all their own.
I loved to see their faces when you used to walk me home.
We used to be together; when death took my boy Norm.
I cried my tears for him, while with you in your dorm.
I used to come and visit, at grandmas down the street.
I'd enter through the back door, the stairs would always creak.
Those nights we’d spend entangled, twisted in a twin bed.
The love we used to make there, above your grandma's head.
The passion and the fire; we used to put it down!
Our love was like none other, for cupid, his true crown.
I went to jail for dumb things, as young men often do,
In the hood where I grew up, you do them first or they do you.
I thought we were forever but I was sadly mistaken.
You bailed on me, unbelievably, when prison time I was facing.
The loneliness I felt, in a jail cell, overdue,
When you said I chose this cell, over my child and you.
How could you be so cruel, to say this to my face?
While I prayed "Let my child live and I'll stay inside this place!"
These things I never told you because you didn't seem to care,
The love you used to show me, was now no longer there.
So although I'm without you and the pain we used to share,
the tears we used to cry, the love we thought was rare.
The things that I have learned, from when I used to miss you,
Through all those countless nights when I could not hug and kiss you.
And all those things you've taught me, though it was not your intent.
Now to my wife I am the man she thinks is heaven sent.
The lessons learned through heartache and pain, now serves her very well.
Because though she sees me as heaven sent, my heart has been through hell.