White Casket

Wake up, please wake up The boy cries out as he lies face down His tear drops soak into the clouds And then it rains down onto the funeral grounds In his head she's still sleeping on the couch I exhausted my options I didn't sign up to be rotten I might as well have led the squadron Call it white guilt or whatever you wanna call it How could you not be guilty when this shit is so common your honor Your thoughts and prayers will never heal a bullet wound If there's a plug I really hope that someone pull it soon I'm a kingpin in a world of crooked goons When I look at you, all I see is pain I put you through Remember when I saw God for the very first time Her black skin was more than divine She was seven years old with bullet holes in her spine I can't get it out of my mind, shit like Ooh no warning Who the hell's gonna pay for my fortune Lord have mercy the wood is warping Teardrop rainbows beautiful mourning Try to hide the truth but there's too much to doubt Look it in the face I'm freaking out I was eating popsicles, dripping on the couch While Aiyana's on the sofa bleeding out Try to hide the truth but there's too much to doubt Look it in the face I'm freaking out I was eating popsicles, dripping on the couch While Aiyana's on the sofa bleeding out Look, pain drops pouring onto the coffin until the Wood finish starts turning and tossing and the Flower fragrance overwhelming as the smell grew What happened next you won't believe me if I tell you The casket starts stirring lurching and bursting Wood cracking planks squirming It sprouts vast wings, flapping and curling It grows claws makes the earth and the dirt flee Loud creaking as the wood morphs into scales Mountains bow as it raises it's tail It rears it's dragon head and roars inhales It bores it's teeth and soars and flails On its back is a girl in a pink dress The spirit of Aiyana in its clear crest Fly into the sky where there's no bloodshed Into the white clouds and the pink sunset like Ooh no warning Who the hell's gonna pay for my fortune Lord have mercy the wood is warping Teardrop rainbows beautiful mourning Try to hide the truth but there's too much to doubt Look it in the face I'm freaking out I was eating popsicles, dripping on the couch While Aiyana's on the sofa bleeding out yeah Why do the good die young Maybe God wants to meet them sooner Maybe we're all living inside a computer Like it's a simulation, we're stuck inside And whoever's on the other side is waiting til we get it right