Who'll Cry at my Funeral?

Il mio stile lo conoscete, ma stavolta volevo parlare un po' anche di me e non solo della società Spero che il beat sempre prodotto da me vi possa piacere ed intrattenere💣 Testo: I'm blasting the outside to enter my mind rap in Italy cannot be u tell me why? lets study our problems racism, integration ita ain't only the nation couse our brain is stolen by TV media and shit we love souperlos things we could not breath couse we cannot see economy won't leave society will sleep but I still bang with this harlem beat (everybody now see) Loretta Grace and Loreal if that's racism, I'm a racism fan, sadly it doesn't, problems are others niggas have been killed in the street (ain't Rosa Parker) When my uncle died the celebration was fine ye lots of people noone watching I'm still crying Who'll cry at my funeral? everybody loved him but I'm still nothing who'll cry for me? Who'll cry at my funeral? niggas let me ride I smoke some sigas in tha hole is where I'll die no suspect, I'll bet please no more lie u whole press the trigga, u figga I'm going straight high X2 step back I'm crossing the soil of my soul the body loses the pain and i roll mixes of emotion still I need more usless my 44. I'm deep in my ocean and i see a strange light I just wasted my life I'm free, paradise Virgil ain't my guide But don't, don't look back an unknown voice told me this in the dark black egoist, greed, avoid for success that are some adjectives that u can give to me so i looked at my shoulder the void promply sucked me routine ain't over I ain't in peace or colder Who'll cry at my funeral? niggas let me ride I smoke some sigas in tha hole is where I'll die no suspect, I'll bet please no more lie u whole press the trigga, u figga I'm going straight high X2 (don't let the past kill you, don't let the past slow you down, couse we are the past and the present, u know, and the future needs the past and the present to continue, I thought u knew)