
Date of issue: 31.12.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Memorial |
Lookin out my window hypnotized by the rain |
In a trance reminicing bout the soldiers slain |
Fighting wars in the brain trying to maintain |
Hoping mama won’t have to feel the pain |
Looking at a closed casket or a picture frame |
Even shorties that you banged won’t forget your name |
Still feel strange how times do change |
We doing our thing and in our minds you remain |
As I uncap a 5th of Henny for my soldiers that’s a memory |
Thinking 'bout the fun times we had together |
Blazin''till the sunshine |
Drinkin’the cheap wine |
I know I never find a? |
of the same kind |
But at the same time, I’m constantly writin’eulogies |
For my big homey locs and my loco g’s |
Since '73 it seems death followed me to my man? |
Tyshan Wells? |
Rest in Peace |
Oh why oh why oh why |
It’s always the good ones that have to die |
Oh why oh why oh why |
Bob Marley die, ?Jacob Miller? |
die |
Another day another burial |
Got you wondering 'bout the day when he bury you |
Tear drops stain the wally’s that you rockin' |
On the block candles burn guns popin' |
I just came from the cemetery where my dog was buried |
Drop some buds in the earth to grow in they memory |
Thinkin''bout the fun times we had as fam |
Remembering the beef we got into but never ran |
I seen a kid get ate up by his own man one time |
Hid behind a car now look and duck and bust a? |
On some Harlem Nights script |
But this some real life shit |
Heard his scull split when you seen the slug hit |
I watched the vultures swarmin' |
Prayin’on his garments |
They stay robbin’dead men cuz they don’t give 'em problems |
Heard the good die young be it by God or gun |
Paint my mural on the wall sayin’my job was done |
I shed tears when I hear news from my peers |
That my nigga Shawn Crady was no longer here |
Had me mad at my girl ready to take it to the world |
Drinkin’liquor 'till I’m damn near 'bout to 'url |
Got a jewel from my dog locked up in jail |
Told me son is in the essence resting |
All is well |
While you still here: accomplish your deads |
Cuz you never know when it’s your time to leave |
Repeat chorus several times |
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