the funeral...ma funeral in this selfish world, staring at people from the underground, people shedding tears but despised me when I was alive, the same people wanted me dead, now they are shedding crocodile tears.................
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Tis a sad feeling, like you are dead, like there is no life, like things are going round and round, like u r staring at d world from your rear view....
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fiogf49gjkf0d The.FUNERAL
As I walk thru the paths of the cemetery
As I flip the pages thru the obituaries
I need a hand to hold on as I find my name
Written in the pages of the obituary
I see the picture of a black young man giving a smile
Trying to hide all the things he did in the past
As the angel browse thru that book of life
I can’t find my name in that book of life
And then I wish I would go back in time
And make everything I did wrong look like right
As I walk thru the funeral ceremony
People looking at ma face and emotionally
Weeping as they stand reading the eulogy
Saying I was a good man, they know they were lying
As I look peacefully from ma resting bed
I see ma enemies full of tears in the eyes
And then I remembered how they wished I was dead
And then the tears in their eyes that I see today
I wish I could come back from the dead
And see the part of me I never gat a chance to see
I wish I walk out of the cemetery
And see my baby that I never gat a chance to see
A son who would do everything I never did
I wish I had the chance to be what I was meant to be
Sittin in ma crib prayin everyday
Sick of livin in the evil ways
Sick of lookin forward to the day
To meet everyone I can never see today
Sick of killin all ma enemies
Sick of takin all the Hennessey
Sick of everybody smoking weed
Tired of livin in the evil world
As I burn in hell I look above to heaven
Pleading with the Lord my life to give
So I may come back live my life again
All the haters that I had their lives to take
All the weed that there is a chance to smoke
And tell everyone I don’t really give a fuck
As I walk by maself in the cemetery
I see many people crying in the cemetery
Living in the stresses and the strains of life
They wish they were dead there’s no hope in life
People killing one another, people raping one another
Walking everywhere I see bodies of dead brothers
Killed by AIDS, cancer, war I Iraq
Sometimes the grave is the best place to be
No hustle no stresses, no strains to live
No worries about….what is there to eat
You sleep peacefully looking forward to the day
To meet everybody you could never see today
Your brother who left never to see his face again
Fighting for his nation in a war for selfish gains
But now I see him, I see his face a thousand miles
We both look forward to meet our families
But now as I lie make prayers for me
Until that day I come see your face again
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