DEADHEADING

When my cousin passed They was wit the 9s at the funeral Police ride by like it's usual Hoping that we blast it off and genocide our self From these black roots we kicked through When the black suits come kick through the door Record clean they still gone try to leave brain matter on floor I done seen it all ducked the law f*ck the law Price of fame ain't worth my dogs Never gave a f*ck what you pussy niggas was kicking What's up wit you little niggas I don't really do the kidding I'm still talking about knowledge of self Water your flowers Understanding your surrounding And keeping your cipher polished You can never defend me cuz I'm leaving niggas on islands Touching this paper, it should come with a ventilator Cuz they gonna keep squeezing that bitch until they disintegrate ya I'm just a man But if this pistol jam they gone send you to ya maker Bury you in acres, The shooter giving em blood clots but they ain't been to Jamaica damn