The Cool

He came back in the same suit that he was buried in Similar to the one his grandfather was married in Yes, he was still fresh to death Bling, two earrings, a chain laying on his chest He still had it 'cause they couldn't find it And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it Smell the Hennessey from where his niggas got reminded And poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it But, he couldn't sip it fast enough So the liquor was just filling the casket up Floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister Second-grade handwriting, simply read, I miss you Suit-jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture Right next to it, one of his men stuck a swisha He had a notion as he lay there soaking He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open and he This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie You're born, you live, then you die Oh, oh, oh, oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you're breaking the rules Making your moves Paying your dues Chasing the cool Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it And when he couldn't dirt-spit, he swallowed it, working like a Hmmm reverse archaeologist Except, his buried treasure was sunshine So when some shined through a hole that he had drove It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind He grabbed onto some grass and climbed Pulled himself up out of his own grave, and looked at the time On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots That had got him in the box, ringing Henney out his socks He figured it was hours, because he wasn't older Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder, so With a right hand that was all bones And no reason to stay, he decided to walk home, so he? This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie You're born, you live, then you die Oh, oh, oh, oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you're breaking the rules Making your moves Paying your dues Chasing the cool He begged for some change, to get him on the train Damn that nigga stank, is what they complained Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames Caught the reflection in the window of what he became A long look, was he shook, was it the shame? Matter of fact, the only thing on his brain was brains Yeah, and getting back in his lane, doing his thing First he had to find something to sling Next stop was his block, it had the same cops He walked right past the same spot where he was shot Shocked, and some little niggas tried to sell him rocks It just felt weird, being on the opposite They figured that he wasn't from there so they pulled out And robbed him with the same gun they shot him with They put it to his head and said, you're scared, ain't cha? He said, "hustler for death, no heaven for a gangsta", and This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie You're born, you live, then you die Oh, oh, oh, oh If life goes passing you by Don't cry If you're breaking the rules Making your moves Paying your dues Chasing the cool