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Yeah… dark night, black hood,
Casket dreams, uh…
Bulletproof mind, I don’t trust my kin,
Smoke in the air, that’s the life I’m in.
Body on the floor, chalk line on the street,
Funeral songs play, but the war repeat.
Niggas pour liquor, but the pain don’t fade,
Another life lost, another grave laid.
Hollow tips flyin’, pastor prayin’ loud,
But the devil still smilin’ in the ****in’ crowd.
Street funeral, no roses, no tears,
Only gunshots ringin’ in my ears.
Street funeral, cold nights, no sun,
Niggas live fast, and they all die young.
Put a mask on my pain, let the anger breathe,
Tats on my skin like the dirt on a thief.
Niggas claim brotherhood, switch for a fee,
Better dig my grave ‘fore you bury me.
Prayers in the wind, lost hope in the smoke,
Another mama cryin’ cause her child got poked.
Street funeral, I don’t wanna be next,
But the block don’t care, it just cash them checks.
Street funeral, my name on stone,
But I’ll fight till I die, I won’t go alone.
