Betty Jo
I think 'bout my family, I wish I would've known two branches up my tree/
R.I.P. Grandma B, May you open the heavens with breeze,.. A twist of the key/
Cuz' you got dirt on your knees and killed that, that infected/
Every wrong you made correct and.. for that, you deserves all that god collects/
I'm just saying Grandma, I got respect for a mother that raises twelve in a world that's wrecked/
and still lived with nothing in life to expect/
When you were here... and you looked in a mirror,.. nothing but wings reflect/
When you left... When you took your last breath,.. It was all part of gods project/
It was you who he selected to protect/
That, that he made perfect brought to a world without defects/
So I end this with... In the heavens may we connect/
