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between the thighs.
Hearts leap
hearts skip and hop.
Hearts stop.
Old Lazarus
Giving instructions for the shoot
in his funeral suit.
As an anvil sends up

away
Surrounded by all her friends
Someone paid for the funeral
No one ever learned who did

Random acts of kindness
That don't make the front-page news

her, let me get her friend
Real is rare, shout out my nigga, Remy's shit fake becoming a trend

I know it's time for a change, Obama
I can't let them

brain and then
I met with the devil who's saying
"Your pen work is just a design, my friend"
Huh (huh)
Well is that so? (Is that so?)
No wonder I'm in

to be a slave
I write this music so I can use it
At my funeral - Okay
So no one's confused or lied to by these murderers who will take my life one day

Chairman: Right
That is a triple word score for me
And a community chest for you!

Player: I i don't remember these rules

Chairman: Trust me

but i had to order a fleet 

For all my niggas who was there riding for me 

I had some haters saying they waiting to come and blast at me

Stop saying

on a septa bus travel route
Brother got killed at a funeral in his satin suit
This happened up at school while they was asking me to rap for you
Like Fuck
Yea

Nowadays situations little B's moving Reckless
Can't save them they in the Casket
N coming
For their Parents
Money on his head his Friend took

way for the new
Felt like I died at the funeral
A lot of them showed up, whoever knew, yeah
I remember always looking to the skies and
Every single

Bernice Bobs Her Hair

The Divine Comedy

Liberation

1993

An orphan at last,
She'd be sick in the loo-bowl
Then go to the funeral and cry by the graveside
And then sleep with the first man she sees
And she'd

it for the clout, your friends all washed
The day I care about clout's when you can spend it in shops
It's gettin' sick on these blocks, most of my

it's a demon inside
Raised around them real niggas I'll give em hell if they tried
I'm surrounded by them killas
You better watch how you speak
Wrong

Waitin' at a stoplight yesterday
As a funeral precession made its way
Through the gates
I watched it roll up a windin' road
Through the field

hit by a moving truck
Stay away but I use to be cool as fuck
Til they started switching now I'm rude as fuck
Kicked her out after fucking she do too

have someone, someone to blame
For the sexual harasment, anyone and I can't
You never ever weren't my friend, thats mad
Don't touch me, don't look at me

Funerals the only time we hear a violin & we die by violence
The ones make the most noise be the quietist
Basically move in silence your moves you gotta

Falco
Walk like Falco
Talk like Falco
The falcon flies

He had a secret passion 
For manic depression
Getting sicker and sicker
Overruled by a big digger

I touched down
And I ain't have no help I did it all by myself
Yeah I went and got it all the money out mud now
I ain't do it for a vvs bust down
I

Won't you be my friend
In this promised land?
Past the funeral
Home is a state of mind

It's a battle of will
Of physics and might
You're simply mad

a fire caused by a faulty old radio fuse

She sang and danced and called all of her friends' names
until eleven thirty when she passed away
We gave away

Christina

Keith Murray

He's Keith Murray [Clean]

2003

light

[Verse 1]
Yo, 2/27/98 I wrote a check out
to H.W. funeral home for my little sister Christina
15 years old damn man this fuckin world is so cold
8

everyone away found out my souls ain’t pure at all
Karma hit back showed up alone at my friends funeral
Started seeing things different that moment was

music
People push me to the edge, love for life I lose it
So close to saying screw this but too embarrassed to ask for help
Out of all my friends I’m