homeyjay
07-20-06, 12:29 PM
the last thing i remember was choking and coughing
next thing you know i found myself in a silk lined coffin
what the hell is going on here, i see my moms just crying
my little brother's eyes are blood shot red and not from drinking
my sister's struggling to keep her compsure rocking back and forth
man now i feel bad cause i never made the time that i had promised
the visits, the cookouts i never made well it's too late now i guess
now i'm laying here in a suit that's cut in half in a fancy box talking to myself
hey i can't be dead if i'm laying here thinking and seeing all of this, right
but what if this is how it is when you die you see and hear but can't react
man i wonder how much this funeral costs? and who's paying for this thing
aw there the fellas man we were just hanging out the other night too
there's that punk that owes me money, i should put his azz in a box
damn i never finished that Alex Cross novel i wonder who the killer was
i was too busy doing stuff that i didn't spend time with my family, shyt
yet they are here at my funeral i'm sorry yall i could have done better
man the pastor is really saying some nice things about me preach on now
oh happy day, hey that's my favorite church song how did they know that
now they're closing the casket guess it's time for my dirt nap huh?
why am i still conscious this is some weird stuff here, wait a minute
who's slapping me ? wake up what do you mean wake up man where am i?
you mean to tell me that i passed out from taking a shot-gun toke
what was i dreaming about? nothing, what you mean i was crying?
man yall tripping i going to the crib, i got a cook out to go to, later
next thing you know i found myself in a silk lined coffin
what the hell is going on here, i see my moms just crying
my little brother's eyes are blood shot red and not from drinking
my sister's struggling to keep her compsure rocking back and forth
man now i feel bad cause i never made the time that i had promised
the visits, the cookouts i never made well it's too late now i guess
now i'm laying here in a suit that's cut in half in a fancy box talking to myself
hey i can't be dead if i'm laying here thinking and seeing all of this, right
but what if this is how it is when you die you see and hear but can't react
man i wonder how much this funeral costs? and who's paying for this thing
aw there the fellas man we were just hanging out the other night too
there's that punk that owes me money, i should put his azz in a box
damn i never finished that Alex Cross novel i wonder who the killer was
i was too busy doing stuff that i didn't spend time with my family, shyt
yet they are here at my funeral i'm sorry yall i could have done better
man the pastor is really saying some nice things about me preach on now
oh happy day, hey that's my favorite church song how did they know that
now they're closing the casket guess it's time for my dirt nap huh?
why am i still conscious this is some weird stuff here, wait a minute
who's slapping me ? wake up what do you mean wake up man where am i?
you mean to tell me that i passed out from taking a shot-gun toke
what was i dreaming about? nothing, what you mean i was crying?
man yall tripping i going to the crib, i got a cook out to go to, later