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MURDER SUIT
Another casket they done asked me to carry
Another homeboy blasted they dun asked me bury
I'm still exhausted from the last one the setting was very
Hard to swallow but typical when the hood hit the cemetery

My heart is heavy for the families
Trapped in this tragedy of madness and insanity
Blapped in the street behind some bullshit he never seen
Got me thinking back upon the way we used to scrap we when was young and beefin'

When we would beat 'em', or might get did
But we let it go and lived, forgived
Niggas knuckled up, buckled up, wasn't no whip it out and blast
Just because somebody muggin' when we passed

When is thuggin' gone pass, and this manhood thang come back around
'Cause unity is cool by me
But until we get the message 'bout this death I say the rest is a wash
Too many livin' we lost, damn

Now I'm pullin out my murder suit
Now I'm takin out my murder suit
Got me puttin on my murder suit
In my best black too many times from all the shootin's

Now I'm pullin out my murder suit
Now I'm takin out my murder suit
Now I'm puttin on my murder suit
Got my best black one mo' time from all the shootin's

At the church again, shit is startin to hurt again
Lookin' at another brotha layin in a hearse again
Hear the bible verse and then is off to grave yard
A consequence of niggas thankin' they hard

Put my arm around his mama but it ain't same thang as her child
She raised him up to never try to gangbang or be wild
A damn shame that he left to be a memory now
Plus he black and from the hood so ain't no empathy, wow

And I wore my rest in peace shirt to the viewin'
And they still ain't found the shooter
It's too bad now it seems like it's gettin' normal to hear
About some murder in the neighborhood but nobody cares

It's all about the chrome .44
'Cause aint nobody tryin' to box no mo'
I'm representin' for the homies thowin' thangs in the street
Realizin at the same time, thats just me, god damn

Now I'm pullin out my murder suit
Now I'm takin out my murder suit
Got me puttin on my murder suit
In my best black too many times from all the shootin's

Now I'm pullin out my murder suit
Now I'm takin out my murder suit
Now I'm puttin on my murder suit
Got my best black one mo' time from all the shootin's

Never give up on my people never leave 'em behind
Instead of teach 'em how to dougie I'ma teach 'em to rise
I see these youngstas tryin' to mugg me but I see in they eyes
An intelligent, soldier who can see though the lies

It's really all what you believe in you mind, I believe you gone shine
But in these streets you gon' die if ain't no peace with yo kind
I ain't talkin bout no gang affiliation
I'm talking doin' what it takes to change the situation

In this nation, you can be a brother with chips
Or be another statistic on a government list
Or do it like the brothers with the black gloves and a fist up
For revolution, even if you get ya wrist cuffed

You can be a great scholar like an african king
Instead of blappin' for bling, or some where trapped in the bing
You much better than a "rest in peace" legacy destiny
It's all about upliftment and lettin' the rest be


 






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