A REAL STORY BOUT DEATH #bbmm #unkledeath #unklechet #deathsuks #junkiescemetery HOOK They see death through these eyes I took the harder way Brother last breath lost his life won't get no call today Mama oded on them pills snorting oxyes off the plate Gotta always speak that real so they can know about my place In the trenches got some kills like a world war tanks Partner in the prison becuz will not tell them cops a name To many snitches kill a witness cuz these boys still tell without shame I want the digits and the riches Fuck THE FAME I'd GIVE IT UP TO see yo face Fell like I'm insaine where is my sanity trying to contain these demonic thoughts inside of my brain can u let me explain I fight to murder my vainity I think I need a shrink Cuz i might murder your family these thoughts that I think I don't got love for humanity U ever smelt a dead body stink chet don't wright no fantasy's I Watched a man take his last breath and I Felt no agony I'm Grieving Sprayed the body until u couldn't tell his nationality No more thinking Shot em in the head another casualtie Another live to end Unhappily had to avenge my friend but that revenge Couldn't get my homie back No salary nothing I can spend Please God ressurect them like lazareth be born again Verse 2 At seventeen my momma commited suicide traping out the Honda all the perscription pills ride They talking behind my back but in my face they be quiet I just Cook up they hide Like the skin of a animal bodies so flamable Speaking in gramical Poetry No I don't make rap I make the music that ya soul gone need Have you ever seen ya homie bleed You cant understand what I mean Loved ones in Permanent sleep No more motion a dope fiend shot that ice and then I watch him od No frozen Took him to the dumpster I closed it There he stayed buried nd In A junkies cemetery My brother died before we barley made it out the dirt Maybe pray to God in church Reserect my brother new birth