The Cemetery

The resting place holds many unseen vatos, Invest in grace, know many hidden halos

The silent tombs cradle past desperados, The vacant graves hold echoes of old bravados

 

Who's turnin' to dust was loved the most, R.I.P, G, never cussed cuz Who's burning to rust, a forgotten host

Whose lust for life's thrust gave up the ghost, Who's trust was a bust, now just a ghost

 

Ain't fearin' the dead, it's the living with shadows that spread, alive people's too bad

In the night, keep your head, or you'll end up with lead

 

Ain't no foul words for a G, ghosts have ways to find and oversee

I don't curse those who rep the street, 'cause when they're dust, their lore might repeat

 

They dipped outta view, damn, wish I could track the crew

my homies rest in piece too

 

I mourn for my lost ones, they checked out too soon, love 4 dem nigga, such real goons

Salute to my posse, tough as typhoons

 

Loyal since day one, they never played me, Always kept it real, they never stray, see

never tried to faze me, True to the code, they never delay me, Solid in the shit, they never weigh me

 

Laid to rest in shadows proud, they gather in that phantom crowd

If I ignored momma's plea, I'd be history, just another lost mystery

 

Followin' her lead, I found my groove, without momma, I would move astray

Swallowin' her creed, I wound my youth, Without drama, I could prove the play

 

In deep karma, I’d lose my way, sorry, gone homies

i ain't straight now, i can't see no glory but don't worry, own cronies