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the funeral parlor
This kid that owed me dough, I didn't take his life
Instead I tied him up and made him watch me rape his wife
One nigga cold tried to diss me

the honour, by raising it's banner high
And avenge the sacrifice of our dead
In the black nights glory will wed them with violence
With a wreath of asphodel

I

charge phone
Di plane just crash wid e coke (yuh sih?)
Plane just crash wid e coke

Get e coke inna e boat
Extension inna e four by four
Some ah dem

I wrote the book about the
Look that's in your eyes
I wrote the book of love
So you've been brokenhearted
This ain't no funeral
Lose the heavy baggage

staring at a diamond knowing that they are forever
Even if my body isn't still around to wear 'em
Seats are only full at funerals and not the weddings

laughs as you eternally rot
Young Baloff with the burgundy snot
You get surgically shot
Drive-by you in a cloud of that purpley pot
Can you see with your

Lord to the ghetto, king to the street corner
Police warmers
This is where life expectancy meets karma
Street sagas
Told by a tortured sinner who

for cash
Assassins faster than The Flash
Amass a body count, surpass the sound barrier
And shattered by the splatter, rattled you
Waking, shake you

Knocked his ass out and kissed
Him on the cheek, uh
He fucked up just by thinking I was sweet, uh
I run this city, might have
Thought I wore some

It happened at a birthday celebration
You said by all accounts I made a scene
I told off-color jokes
Offended several folks
I guess perhaps I might

(Ha ha)
Oh yeah? Just imagine this wasn't fantasy
Where funerals turn to photos and
Victories turn to tragedies
Now they calling me king, matter of fact

around and squeal (might rat)
I'm coming by myself
Right in where you live (ya crib)
Im runnin right down why you with your kids
(fuck it) you gotta go

and deteriorate
I've been losing my mind
I've been falling way behind
I'm a lost survivor, walking through fire
But strength is giving away

Broken by this moment

learned what it means, to be somebody's baby
They let you lie in your bed by yourself and cry

The miles were good but the mileage is turnin' my hair gray

long time
Miss out on the wars
Come out of my cocoon next time 
There's a fire
Burning down what's left of our house
A funeral pyre
I'll sleep until it

There wasn't too much to say in
The car on the way to
Our father's funeral that hadn't been said
And better at that before

After straightening my

from mile-high-rises, microwaves
Are dropped drive-bys, dodge them all
To swarm into the hungry mob, to desecrate
Them, defеcate them
No one's lеading

dash
And the Yankee clipper speeds
By under full sail

"What's the position you hold?"
"Can you really feed a family of six out in
The sticks with only

changed for the better, feelings mutual
I told you things I kept secret, only you should know
Now I'm here, now I'm sitting at your funeral
Fell into

my funeral. 
 What sucks me extendly, while my life is passing by.

wide
Across the great divide
And heard the wolves were howling
And I watched the world go by
I stood alone too long
And saw the tide was rising

And I

and 

Maybe I am the lucky one
Safe in your arms, takin' shelter from
All the terrors that tear up everyone 
Maybe I'm the lucky one 

Sirens ringin' in funeral

Please, please don’t turn around
It’s a long way back down
And I’ll be right behind you

I know that you’re just getting by
Struggling to breathe and stay

at one or two am and then wrote songs on 
amphetamines, performed them for him 
Our houses they were sanctuaries of soap operas and lies, and funerals were