When I died, my shadow decided they would take over

They slid into the alley ways, stopping to eat clover

The shadow of I helped out the elders, with some chores

Scrubbing dirty windows and polishing, the wooden doors

All good in the hood as I watch them, from the sky above

Working and helping the happy seniors, doing it for love

The parents of mine really did a great job, raising up me

To pass my happiness and love, to them as from thee