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the.FUNERAL
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I feel invisible in this society, tis like am dead, looking at people from the underground, looking at ma enemies shedding tears, the same people wanted me dead.....................(beat by PEPPER for the KITCHEN PRODUCTIONS)
gunit tupac son britney sohnn williamson fifty
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Sohnn comes with a mix of reggae dancehall, Hip hop (including hardcore rap), R n B and African tunes... taste the flavour
This is a simple shit about real life. I realized that life is SHORT and decided to TRY to ENJOY it!!!!! These joints will rock ur speakers and help u enjoy life as well as encourage u to face tomorrow courageously......
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hip Hop General
Charts
Peak #18,955
Peak in subgenre #11,502
Author
Sohnn
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sohnn 05
Uploaded
April 13, 2006
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MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 2:15
Story behind the song
living in a fucked up society.....................
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The.FUNERAL As I walk thru the paths of the cemetery As I flip the pages thru the obituaries I need a hand to hold on as I find my name Written in the pages of the obituary I see the picture of a black young man giving a smile Trying to hide all the things he did in the past As the angel browse thru that book of life I can’t find my name in that book of life And then I wish I would go back in time And make everything I did wrong look like right As I walk thru the funeral ceremony People looking at ma face and emotionally Weeping as they stand reading the eulogy Saying I was a good man, they know they were lying As I look peacefully from ma resting bed I see ma enemies full of tears in the eyes And then I remembered how they wished I was dead And then the tears in their eyes that I see today I wish I could come back from the dead And see the part of me I never gat a chance to see I wish I walk out of the cemetery And see my baby that I never gat a chance to see A son who would do everything I never did I wish I had the chance to be what I was meant to be Sittin in ma crib prayin everyday Sick of livin in the evil ways Sick of lookin forward to the day To meet everyone I can never see today Sick of killin all ma enemies Sick of takin all the Hennessey Sick of everybody smoking weed Tired of livin in the evil world As I burn in hell I look above to heaven Pleading with the Lord my life to give So I may come back live my life again All the haters that I had their lives to take All the weed that there is a chance to smoke And tell everyone I don’t really give a fuck As I walk by maself in the cemetery I see many people crying in the cemetery Living in the stresses and the strains of life They wish they were dead there’s no hope in life People killing one another, people raping one another Walking everywhere I see bodies of dead brothers Killed by AIDS, cancer, war I Iraq Sometimes the grave is the best place to be No hustle no stresses, no strains to live No worries about….what is there to eat You sleep peacefully looking forward to the day To meet everybody you could never see today Your brother who left never to see his face again Fighting for his nation in a war for selfish gains But now I see him, I see his face a thousand miles We both look forward to meet our families But now as I lie make prayers for me Until that day I come see your face again
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