Sad Song

Yo. My nigga in the hospital

all he want was to hold that pistol.

Im tryin to do a blood drive

To help the nigga survive.

But the voices in my head sayin he gone die.

And im tryna calm his momma

But she knew it was from that drama.

He started goin into seizures

And i can picture the hearse

I can see the fucked up universe.

 

Im sittin outside tryin to calm myself

When I reminiscin all the good times

When we used to sit outside lookin for the fine dimes

Now im at his funeral wishin we could go back in time

I sit in line to kiss him goodbye

I get up there and lay his chain in his hand and tell him to fly high.