| Hey go 'head and bury me
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| Tell 'em cemetery me
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| Six feet, six deep
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| Tell 'em they can carry me
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| Look inside my coffin
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| You see anger you see malice
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| See lust on top of lust a blackened heart that’s cold and calloused
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| Dark thoughts, ways, heart, dark forces
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| The Nights darker than a Bruce Wayne endorsement
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| Stitchin' on my heart (heart), cardiac arrest
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| Spirit came and gave my filthy cardiac a rest
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| I was dead to God, sin headlong
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| Wasn’t ready to die, but I was dead wrong
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| Now I’m dead and gone, me and my old ways
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| Even my four rights would take me back the wrong way
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| And no way, I ain’t going back
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| Fill my pillowcase with dirt and let me take a nap (sleep)
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| Put my sin to sleep, execute my flesh
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| Tell my worldliness to lay it down and take a rest
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| The old me is dead
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| I ain’t never comin' back
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| So go and get my coffin and suit up in all black
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| I promise you can (bury me)
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| Hey go ahead and (bury me)
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| If you wanna you can (bury me)
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| I’m dead and gone so (bury me)
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| Okay, you can bury me
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| Go 'head and bury me
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| Sinner from beginner
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| So my wages cemetery me
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| Try to do good, gave my all just like a charity
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| But good works like a casket they just box me in and bury me
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| Found life in the Word, minus Webster’s Dictionary
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| Now I tell the story of my life in death, obituary
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| Life ain’t over but it’s already gone
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| Now your boy crossed over but I’m already home
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| Hey somebody call my momma, go get her on the phone
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| Tell her Jesus rose up and showed up
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| Hold up, her baby gone
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| See everybody pass, life on this earth won’t last
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| These cats’ll take your lights and turn em off, Teddy Pendergrass
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| I know who keeps them breathing
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| Know Him because I believe Him
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| He bled for sin and died for men who daily choose to leave him
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| They deserve death and I was one of 'em baby
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| But He saved me and He’ll raise me
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| So please believe me I die daily
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| I’m a loser you a go-getter
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| I lost that girl, homie you can go get her
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| I don’t recommend that, I did that
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| Gave her my all, let me tell what she gives back
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| (What?) Death, I promise I’m so dead already
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| He changed my batteries and now your boy forever ready
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| I’m ever ready
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| When He get back
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| Looked death in the face and told it 'Sit back'
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| Now go on and sit back
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| This life forever fleeting
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| I know you don’t believe me
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| It’s deceiving we still breathing
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| To perceive it can take a life
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| Like playin' with metal toys
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| Never make sense like your mind’s playin' tricks: Ghetto Boys
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| Unless you seek the Lord, and His divine plan
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| Then you just watchin' time pass tryin' to rewind sand
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| The hourglass tickin'
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| I’m okay I’m in position
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| Dead to me, alive in Christ
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| Bury me, watch me live it |