and mines Gimme any amount of time dont let Ms. Carter grieve at the funeral parlor drippin' tears on my sleeve Told the judge didn't budge it was him
: Your old lover's lying in the gutter He used to be such an all night strutter "Oh, my heart," I heard him mutter "Oh, my dear, it seems to flutter"
shame Go out, create thunder, and stand right under That old apple tree Where dead snakes let him feed on those Lost hopes, all those kind words could hurt him
Your silhouette clouded of rotten dust Await my soul in death Hymn for him For him Journey to obscurity Hymn for him For him Journey to obscurity Corrosive
string and she soaked a hanky in 3 Roses and rubbed it on the spot and drew a rickety heart and a bent arrow and it hurt like hell And Funeral Wells
Suicide is a good {?} ano At your funeral for free, I play the piano Rest in pieces you niggaz shriek like breezes Got mo' crosses than churches, heart
a self-made fortune And left three orphans Now he in a box with the same chain and watch That never came off him It's a shame what it cost him Where he
bout what I was doing I turned around and before i knew it Here comes this truck now Doctor said don't think he gonna make it Family said make the funeral
head-on collision. He died instantly. I couldn't even bring myself to go to his funeral. My agony was so great I just couldn't come face to face with him
the planet Plan harder, your Godfather's plans failed I air mail the senseless scar, two snub noses Niggas love those expensive cars Is it him and those
: "Don't ever grow up kid", That's what my grandpa told me, right before they checked him in and cataloged his clothing. cause when you are a little
you fuckin' with the g'sta when you runnin' up on the x you better bring your favorite preacher witchya 'cause you gon' need him to be a witness when
to address those who are mourning, live from the funeral of God, there is no reason to be afraid, everything is under control, we shall miss him
me flee Got blood on my knife, Got cash in my jeans Did dirt in my life, havin nightmares in my dreams I remember my father, I was watchin him suffer
, ain't nobody nicer, fuck with the shyster You gettin' sliced up, I ain't finished yet, this only my start up Catch him outside then I'm shootin' his car up Tell him
' visions of people smokin' and niggaz catchin' vapors Got his man from around the corner, we'll call him 'Lil Mo Been in so many reform schools, they had to let him
miles He just think you need some sunshine and he lent it for a while And he let you keep and love him 'til your hearts were bigger grown And these silver