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Dirge
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Billy Woods
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[Billy Woods] “There's a noise in my head,” last thing my father said On the side of a road then he was dead Saw my first body at seven, my friend They said he went to heaven but I remember his bite twisted Wheels still stuck in that truck hood, so yeah I don't sleep that good Get up and roll a wood, feed the cancer in my chest Tumors killed half my family, eighties gon' take the rest f*ck I need a rest, diabetes kill more niggas than bullets Gotta get, please pull it, my aunt died waiting for a liver So I'd rather go like my cousin, I sampled the trigger Somebody murked him, left his body in the street We ain't even know he was gon' for a week Found out auntie had a stroke, now she don't speak Without some of my days is bleak Only thing I wonder is guns or butter Aneurisms'll give you a stutter, or maybe some young motherf*cker Is nervous during the jux, they shot Patrice ten times Ain't even take the pocket book, cat scans and x-rays Heatseeking strays, so many done I run out of shit to say Tears long gone, why we born to catch shots and diseases I'll come to the funeral but don't tell me about Jesus Freddy got cut into pieces, and don't lie, the pain never releases I buried my goddam nieces, wanna come for the nigga I need an ounce and two packs of Rizla [Vordul Mega] It's like I'm losing focus, everyday trying to write down the thoughts Feeling hopeless, trying to grow with that and then float Above all the bullshit, that's why we pull spliffs Going through this everyday, that's why we trying to get our pennies up Everybody trying to get hennied up ‘cause it's like We don't give a what, and I'm just trying to spit for my brothers Living in struggles, just trying to get on, always trying to rubble You know when the cut strike an infection What starts attack the vein as we rush through the coldness And hold this close to the heart, every time I write Trying to throw the dart with the aim, you know How we hold it down flowing, everyday trying to go on Trying to grow on, trying to flow, never wrong And we so close to getting there, but everybody still living in fear And I'm just trying to get through these years It's 2000-and-tree, everybody light it up Everybody get lit up, that's for the culture Yeah, zom-blaze, Megallah, how we represent Looking at the stars, everyday getting high Why, ‘cause it's like yo soon gonna die And I'm trying to understand that in a spiritual way It's like I'm closer to God, anyway so Yo everybody clap your hands Everybody just clap you hands and understand Why you live, why you give what we got Blowing the pot, you know why you give what we got Blowing a pot, you know why you live Blowing the pot, yeah hip-hop That's what we live for, for real
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