R.I.P Hazey

good morning class today we're going to hear the story about the life and times of hazey ste see the thing that amazes me is that hazey doesn't even the blaze the weed, he'd get more stoned taking up masonry, but he don't, he just lives life aimlessly. and its a shame to see, how he just shows all this complacency, in his mind theres a vacancy cos he live's so impatiently so he can't write bars all creatively. but he's goes on like he's gangster cos he's filled up with all this anger, nah he just don't understand banter like if I said he looks like a hamster, the type of guy who gets wound up and shanks ya, prowlin around tenny like a panther, moving through the streete like a dancer put you in a hospital bed like cancer so one night I linked up with barcass got the ballys, movin through the darkness, duct tape and a rolled up carpet, so we leave no trace of his carcass, his fams home but we're doin this regardless, i guess you never should called man harmless, nah bro that was not the smartest, painted the whole house red like an artist. we got nicked but it was unprovable, got off on a minor disputable, now his familys gathered at his funeral, celebratin the life of a juvenile, they say the crime was just inexcusable, what a nice young boy, so beautiful was gonna get a job in computables fucked his mum up so bad she's delusional, and thats the story of hazey, who never got his shiny mercedes, guess he should of lived life more safely, cos now he's under the ground with hades, in a graveyard pushin up daisies, now he's never gona get to have babies or fall asleep next to his lady, he's just fading away to the grey G