| «There's a noise in my head,» last thing my father said
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| On the side of a road then he was dead
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| Saw my first body at seven, my friend
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| They said he went to heaven but I remember his bite twisted
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| Wheels still stuck in that truck hood, so yeah I don’t sleep that good
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| Get up and roll a wood, feed the cancer in my chest
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| Tumors killed half my family, eighties gon' take the rest
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| Fuck I need a rest, diabetes kill more niggas than bullets
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| Gotta get, please pull it, my aunt died waiting for a liver
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| So I’d rather go like my cousin, I sampled the trigger
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| Somebody murked him, left his body in the street
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| We ain’t even know he was gon' for a week
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| Found out auntie had a stroke, now she don’t speak
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| Without some of my days is bleak
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| Only thing I wonder is guns or butter
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| Aneurisms’ll give you a stutter, or maybe some young motherfucker
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| Is nervous during the jux, they shot Patrice ten times
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| Ain’t even take the pocket book, cat scans and x-rays
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| Heatseeking strays, so many done I run out of shit to say
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| Tears long gone, why we born to catch shots and diseases
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| I’ll come to the funeral but don’t tell me about Jesus
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| Freddy got cut into pieces, and don’t lie, the pain never releases
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| I buried my goddam nieces, wanna come for the nigga
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| I need an ounce and two packs of Rizla
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| It’s like I’m losing focus, everyday trying to write down the thoughts
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| Feeling hopeless, trying to grow with that and then float
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| Above all the bullshit, that’s why we pull spliffs
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| Going through this everyday, that’s why we trying to get our pennies up
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| Everybody trying to get hennied up ‘cause it’s like
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| We don’t give a what, and I’m just trying to spit for my brothers
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| Living in struggles, just trying to get on, always trying to rubble
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| You know when the cut strike an infection
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| What starts attack the vein as we rush through the coldness
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| And hold this close to the heart, every time I write
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| Trying to throw the dart with the aim, you know
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| How we hold it down flowing, everyday trying to go on
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| Trying to grow on, trying to flow, never wrong
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| And we so close to getting there, but everybody still living in fear
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| And I’m just trying to get through these years
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| It’s 2000-and-tree, everybody light it up
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| Everybody get lit up, that’s for the culture
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| Yeah, zom-blaze, Megallah, how we represent
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| Looking at the stars, everyday getting high
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| Why, ‘cause it’s like yo soon gonna die
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| And I’m trying to understand that in a spiritual way
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| It’s like I’m closer to God, anyway so
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| Yo everybody clap your hands
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| Everybody just clap you hands and understand
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| Why you live, why you give what we got
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| Blowing the pot, you know why you give what we got
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| Blowing a pot, you know why you live
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| Blowing the pot, yeah hip-hop
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| That’s what we live for, for real |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Dirge , by - Billy Woods. Song from the album Camouflage [Re-Release], in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп