Lyrics A Man Comes Around - Bodega Bamz

A Man Comes Around

Why I keep on getting high, yeah
That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah
Die, so we celebrate the dead
And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying, «Come and see»
And I saw, and behold, a white horse
Regular kid from the hood, doing whatever I could
My mama deserve to live good, comfortable
I’m just hoping that the reaper don’t come for me
Not yet, my future look bright, the past look dim
Noticing him with the cross on his chest
Ready for war, no secret is kept
Silence the 9, just a matter of time, mind over matter
Matter of fact, nobody matter but mine
Matter of fact, nobody taking what’s mine, I work hard
Fuck bars, fuck what you sayin', if nobody feel you, nobody payin'
Nobody sayin' to stop, but everyone ain’t gonna pop, that’s truth
No gimmick, all real, some money will give that appeal
More money will give that appeal, my niggas ain’t cuttin' no deals
Four letters give niggas the chill, life we chose, we don’t bitch
We do that crime, we don’t snitch, take that time, head up high
Kiss our daughters, tell son «bye,» tell our mothers
I’ll be back, this ain’t forever
The pain still remain, we can’t predict weather
I’m happy I’m grieving, my heart still broke
But so is my pockets, rich off hope
And that’s all I got, so, so, go hard or go home
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah
That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah
That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah
Yeah, be silent in our solitude which was not loneliness
For then, the spirits of the dead who stood in life before thee are again
And death around thee and there will, shall overshadow thee
Be still, the night, though queer, shall frown
And the stars shall not look down from their high thrones in the Heaven
What’s life like hope to mortal given?
But they’re red orbs without being, to thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever, it would cling to thee forever
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
And I just keep on getting high, yeah
And I just keep on getting high, yeah
‘Cause everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
And I just keep on getting high, yeah
And I just keep on getting high, yeah