When I Die

by Vamecia Powell

When I leave this blessed place I don't want you to cry.
When I pass from this old earth, I will do it on the sly.
Don't fall over in the casket and slob all over me.
When I go to see my savior, I sure want to be free.

No you can't go with me,
Don't even pull that stunt.
You didn't like me when I was alive,
So please don't put up a front.

When I die, the way I do it,
Will be so slick and sweet.
When I die I want to look nice
From my head down to my feet.

I want to have a dress
Of silk, black and white.
As you can see I'm a big girl,
So make sure it ain't tight.

I want my bestfriend
To sing that Amazing Grace.
Make sure you do it well,
That tears come down my face.

When I die, I don't want
The service to be o' so long.
Have my loved ones speak,
And end it with that song.

Make sure that minister knew me,
I don't want no strangers around.
Cause where I'm going there will
Only be smile, got no time to frown.

For real, don't cry, I can't see why,
I'm in a better place than you.
Don't be jealouus you'll get a turn
To die and go there too.

When I Die by Vamecia Powell

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