Verse: Now I know its been real tough on ya own. You in ya bed just sittin there in pain just all alone. Ya in the bed crying about the pain as stiff as stone. Your family call but it hurts too much to even pick up the phone. now I know it hurts to know you might just die. You get real scared, you try and keep it up, to keep by. Is it you? Asking yourself is it you and why. Its okay little mama dry ya eyes