6 Feet Deep (Explicit)

June twenty eight was the date thirty eight

Till the chest plate mommy dears cryin at the wake

And everybodys dressed up in black suits

Goin to pay their last respects to the black troop

Whyd he have to die

Is the question that were under

But everyone knows that everydays a different number

So when your time comes just remember g

You'll always have a place in this world as a memory

Especially my boys who passed away back in 92

Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you

Wherever we go wherever we be we be thinkin

Of how we hung in the clubs smokin and drinkin

Never missin out on a hood fight

Cause ever ee day back in the hood we had a good fight

Everything is changed and people r lookin lonely

Its gonna be strange spendin new years eve without your homie

But ain't much that we can do

Except pour brew throughout the crew to make sure we all remember you

And believe me it hurts

To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt dirt

Another homie got smoked but its no surprise

Everybodys trippin cause the boy was to young to die

A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath

Everybodys trippin cause they can't accept my homeys death

Another killin was reported on the evenin news

Somebodys brother got killed behind a pair a shoes

In the midst of all this s**t I think about my self

Wonderin when somebodys gonna try to take me off the shelf

But I refuse to be another violent casualty

So when I'm rollin I pack my pistol grip beside my knee

Cause on the city streets today a brother jus can't win

When the people you think are your friends really ain't your friends uh

And bushwick can't sleep

When everybody aroun me keeps fallin six feet deep

The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows

As they approach to see the body before the casket close

The person standin nex to me has snapped the flip

Once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it

The whole entire family spoke on his defence

The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce

And durin all the singing I broke down myself

When I looked and seen the family that my partner lef

And then the choir broke into its final song

Thinkin to myself the worst is yet to come

Everyone was headed for the final flight

As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight

The director said his words and there was not a sound

As they lower my little partner inside the ground

Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top

And then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep

Alotta homies die

Alotta mothers cry

I watch tears fall down from their eyes

Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to take the chance

They chose the music so they had to dance

Couldn't tell I'm nothin

Was a player had ta have it

Got caught up in the game now ma boys in the casket

And everybodys lookin for somebody else to blame

Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang

We used to kick it on the ave at night