Lyrics:
killing me
Got a friend
He's not dead
But he's not with me
Penitentiary
Cemetery's
Where our brothas be
Got a mom
Just be careful
She got entities
By myself
drink chose them
Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar
And the grave-digger's smiling
at his reflection in his spade
He's visiting
a fool to fall in lust with this evil ge-nius
She had me by the nuts
She ain't got shit but man she loves it plush
Whippin I whip, and suckin up I
misunderstood, you judge me by the way I look
As long as I won't be like you, I'll be doing good boo
Cause
I don't care 'bout reputation
I'll hang with my
She is a girl driven mad by the relentless forces of the beyond
He will not relent, as he comes for her again and again
I put my hearse in
think I'm in the Dungeon Fam, I see lo green
Sons raised by bo queens but there's no kings
(No kings, no kings)
Come with me
Run quick see, what do
reflection
Let the lights direct you now
Narcissus in a red dress
You're like all the rest, I know
I know
Behave and like the Virgin Queen
You're just
down 'til the cemetery, my whole life
My old life, don't worry 'bout it
It's been buried
And you've got my heart and my soul in your hands
You
on your face means
Is he talking about me
Yes nigga you a P
A pawn getting stole from by a queen
That's extortion so obscene
Dumb ass nigga Charlie Sheen
your body in compton in hallis(?) queens
The phone rung and on the other end it was the president
I can't talk right now I'm on the toilet takin a shit
by the camp fire
I been in the sun check the tan line
Sticking niggas up got their hands high
Twisting up their tongue got their hands tied
Threatening
really i changed my thought process
Found that luv in my heart
I am woke i am awakened
To the divine spark
Wish i could heal every queen
Who feel like they
of Hearts
Backstage the girls were playin' five-card stud by the stairs
Lily had two queens, she was hopin' for a third to match her pair
Outside the streets
keep the realest ones all in my set
Ace in the hole, got your queen in my deck
I keep it strategic like checkers and chess
Burdened by thoughts that are
the cemetery
On St. Mary's
Very eerie
Born hustler
You only know me if you a customer
Nah I ain't trustin' ya
Grew up in a ill city
West End Queen City
Them
failures
When we kneeled to phantom jailers
Now their memories are buried deep
Out in space where fear shall sleep
A cemetery for all our crimes
A place
Look in the mirror
What do you see
Do you see a black queen whose beauty is skin deep
Or do you see imperfections
In your reflection
You been had it
in a cemetery
Deep inside your memory
Very lost in reverie
Never to remember me
Embarrassing myself
In front of all your friends and family
Raised some
forever everything is temporary I'm reminded driving by the cemetery
But I'm barely getting started
They bury me they bury me an artist til then
I'm just
of her majesty
The cretins who guard the Queen's hall
Now lie in a mangled gore monolith
Having been slain by nothing at all
Fear not, heroes with minds
don't make up more than half of our homes
Like most of those ain't headed by our mothers no man in the throne
Neo-patriarchal systems visions are so pussy
keeping it solid I call her my queen
I said what I said and I mean what I mean
It's the H town in me that's the why I lean
Two women on me call that double
of deliverance dead
That said what was left
In a vagabond breath
With the crack cocaine and the crystal meth
The crumpling crayon of childhood vision
Melts under
n*gga
Hurt him in that cherry six fo', shit ain't no stoppin' n*gga
Hit him in the head and the body wit a bullet,
when I put him in the cemetery then I
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