come closer, come closer, come look inside a nigga head, dead for life there aint no reason for me to think twice,look for that gat but i just cant find it, fucc it never mind it, and since im devil blinded i plot me another way to end this shit, if my gat cant do it i guess i gotta role through it, look to that mirror and i think of the pain, voices from a devil and it drove a nigga insane, now im all up in that 40 ouncer, thinkin about my gat i heard my 44 callin up on me from the back, kicked in the door with that manson mind, if my bloods on the wall all i can say is its about time, lookin up from my grave sight, first scene from a mutha fucca dead for life, what do i see, my baby momma suckin upon another dick,he fuccin my bitch cause my death made my women rich, she never really gave a fuck, and when my check came through guess who got that first buck, ashes to ashes and dust to more dust, who woulda thought that my babys mom was a crook, and as for my son, my little young ones got nothin to eat cause his moms always in the street, poor little og, and im thinkin to myself he never really got to know me, lookin up from my grave sight, first scene from a mutha fucca dead for life, what do i see, moms finna choke from the smoke she be blowin, them wasted years but not knowin that no matter what, whatever happen let it happen, but after what that pipe would say, thats when them tears start flowin, and the years start growin short, yo , the fear of her layin right next to me, and upon that note, that one little rock get lit up, hit up and toke that shit up, too much it take me to let that blast last, but she spliff to fast,how come moms wont get up, is it cause that lip went dead up, by too much cut open that stuff that she cant even sit up, fed up in her own cloths cause she smoked to bones, momma gone drama on but then no one knows, what she done been through, what she got herself up into, in the past made her blast up, must of been rough, crack monsta aint nothin nice, thats what i see layin hella deep, that nigga dead for life, (long pause with just the beat) , and as they say, life after death, little angels with wings comin down to take you up to yur maker, seein all them people you missed, hearin bout them good things and what that futere brings, but what i see aint nothin like they told me, aint no god in sight and no shining light, and my dead daddy still in the box, cold as a mutha fucc, and still moldin like a mutha fucc, and to think we believed in that shit, heaven ainth nothin but a kasket, and bout that devil, that so called devil, hes nothin but a man with his hand on that shovel, and all those sundays dressed in my best church cloths, them shoes always hurtin my toes, and now im dead, as life goes on untill they die, goes on untill they lie inside that grave with me, maybe if we all wish hard enough all that stuff about god might come true, cause if not we finnally gonna lay up in that grave, aint no chance to change yur ways, dead for life.
i may have messed up a few things, if so tell me what it should say and ill edit it. but this song is heated as fucc and no one bumps it.