Funeral

cant look up to nobody except for the sky

can't bear to see hip hop die

make me wanna cry

so here's my reply

cant hide it like the truth

cant oppress like the youth

so sweet we labour for this fruit

fuck bout what i pursue

yeah i'm not as high as you

i'm not as fly as you

i aint got them fucking jewels

but at least i gotta fucking clue

here i give you a few

it occurred to me you cant solve poverty

by rapping bout blinding chains its hard to see

see what this game of rap fucking needs

is a player not fucking corrupted by his black greed

bleeding on their knees they plead help

cant you see them beneath your belt

cant spend your wealth deep down in fucking hell

there aint drugs to fucking sell but still a barred up two man cell

thrown your life down a fucking well

denial yeah i feeling so damn swell