Death

They say death don't care about ya color But yet I see more dead young brothas Anotha motha cryin Anotha child standing over the tombstone Where they people lyin Death hurts Death the worst Death the never ending curse Of the people still living Gotta watch ya back It may get you Gotta brotha tearing Where the tissue Hits me in the heart Make you wanna pull the trigger Before you start Forever gone from this world Put my headphones on Hoping that the music Drain away my pain But soon as it ends I remember what was happening again What's the meaning What's the meaning of this life So many nights Where I didn't sleep Thinking bout what's next It really worries me Eyes bloodshot Feeling like I need some more Tupac But he also fell to a gunshot Nipsey Hussle got killed down his own block Kobe Bryant just died in a plane crash Along wit his daughter and three others Oh brother Charlie Browns hitting like a motha They say death don't care about ya color But yet I see more dead young brothas Can't stomach none of it Every time I think about it It make me feel sick Like I'm trapped in a well of tears Feeling the pain of the brothas and sistas Who been hurting for years Pour out some liquor And water the trees And the roots of the things That know the ins and outs Of what you going through It hits different When its something close to you Death ain't funny It's horrible They say death don't care about ya color But yet I see more dead young brothas