The Pot Wasn't Made It Through the One, Three of Em

I can't imagine that scope of loss. All i remember is answering the phone my mam telling me, and that's all i remember. The pot didn't make it through theat one, three of em. That hit you pretty hard. But when she was killed, n is that the the point that gets yo every time he maria was laid to rest in that little cemetery outside circle next to her uncle, rusty, and her mam, susy so yo have a hard time living without her maam. And i guess tatwis, she finally went to be with em. Bit was tough.