Also, what exactly is "the cool"? is it chasing the goal of what is to be considered "cool" among peers? helluva song though. If someone could clarify that would be great. Not noticing who it was, the same guy who killed him held a gun to his head and asked him "you scared, ain't ya", and the corpse replied "hustler for death, no heaven for a gansta" which I think means where he went wasn't heaven so when he died he had nowhere to go.
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Then he sparks up a blunt, the fire shows his reflection, and he sees his corpse self and brains but was somehow unaffected by his appearance and goes to his hometown to sell some crack, but some kids tried to sell him crack instead. Then he goes to a train station to go to his home, but people are repulsed by his decayed body. He digs his way up through the earth, and he thinks only a few hours passed by. After 6 months of decay this gangsta somehow gains consciousness. General CommentJust a correction on "was he shook, was it the shame?" should be "wasn't shooked, wasn't ashamed"Ī gangsta dies 6 months ago. He said, "hustler for death, no heaven for a gangsta", and They put it to his head and said, you're scared, ain't cha? They figured that he wasn't from there so they pulled outĪnd robbed him with the same gun they shot him with It just felt weird, being on the opposite Shocked, and some little niggas tried to sell him rocks He walked right past the same spot where he was shot Next stop was his block, it had the same cops Yeah, and getting back in his lane, doing his thing Matter of fact, the only thing on his brain was brains Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flamesĬaught the reflection in the window of what he becameĪ long look, was he shook, was it the shame? He begged for some change, to get him on the trainĭamn that nigga stank, is what they complained Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder, soĪnd no reason to stay, he decided to walk home, so he? He figured it was hours, because he wasn't older That had got him in the box, ringing Henney out his socks On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots Pulled himself up out of his own grave, and looked at the time It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind
So when some shined through a hole that he had drove He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow itĪnd when he couldn't dirt-spit, he swallowed it, working like a Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface He saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open and he Right next to it, one of his men stuck a swisha Suit-jacket pocket held his baby daughter's picture Second-grade handwriting, simply read, I miss you So the liquor was just filling the casket upįloating down by his feet was the letter from his sister Smell the Hennessey from where his niggas got remindedĪnd poured out liquor in his memory, he didn't mind it He still had it 'cause they couldn't find itĪnd the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it Similar to the one his grandfather was married inīling, two earrings, a chain laying on his chest He came back in the same suit that he was buried in
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