The Good Die Young

He dead, she dead, they dead, we dead All em dead Said he loved to write Instead his face Kissed the lead All dogs go to heaven But the humans Stay in hell The good die young No more stories left to tell Back in the kitchen cook a new batch for the streets Produced till someone drops PTSD No glass half full, anger the relief So traumatized we had to bury grief This ain't coughing, we laughing Bring the cask out, f*ck a casket Night time comes, we gon' get ours Every hour you think you safe is another scar Your sister finds on your face Wolves gotta eat, ain't no saving grace Ain't no saving grace Look, look, silence the lambs when they Hopkins World went west, so we dealt sin Needles of the compass, novice to compassion Promises not threats One thing I know about bloodshed It's a river that never ends Baptized fear in coca leaves Come sundown We gon' do it all again No shots but they shooting up No shots but they shooting up No shots but they shooting up Another life lost to the cold sweats He dead, she dead, they dead, we dead All em dead Said he loved to write Instead his face Kissed the lead All dogs go to heaven But the humans Stay in hell The good die young No more stories left to tell I'ma murder than muses Fist fights and switchblades made me fucking ruthless Wish things were different But I bear the scars of a child missed by Cupid If you think you know me, pause right there You fucking stupid F*ck you know about 2k on your head F*ck you know about probation from the feds Withdrawals on the bedside Last time I lost my cool, three people nearly fucking died Made love with a Cuban witch, Santeria Watched my enemies get crucified Couldn't rebuke my soul The blood of these pigs is mine Fell in love with an heiress at the steps of Versailles Said she loved the cruelty in my eyes Placed the knife to my heart, boo Not afraid to die, I'm not afraid to die Two eyes on you, one looking to the sky Let my sins be sanctified Let my sins be sanctified I'm yours