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Funeral Alive And Well

it. It's yours and mine, and ours alone. With your youth-culture buying game it's all numbers and looks, and I want out. I've never been in and I don

"Well I'm Dead! Tell the world" she said. And the funeral came alive. I collect every flower sent from hell down to the fire. Fall down sick, I'm not

?ve known Well you?re the only one I?ve ever told Like the time you bailed me out of jail and you cried the whole way home Then you left and I loved myself

Fresh was at your funeral, son I felt it And if I start cryin when I rhyme I can't help it Analyze, never think I forgot you, you my heart And even death

a fire And you can never put it out You're burning up in the flames you started I want to see you face down Because I know that you play that part so well

still street, pass me the pot, I'm still chief And I'm pacing over you, just a thief on the weekend Beef with me, into you bleeding and hit with some

use a Uzi, some a machete You wanna test Fresh Wes, well I'm ready The mind is a magnum, the rhyme is a bullet The mic that's a trigger *BANG* and I pull

In a sustaining saccharine state Impart the burden and get well It's what everyone's trying to sell Anything you want it to be Weigh the screenplay and

ever stop watching I'm passing signs on the way to my funeral Warning signs become redundant and typical This is everything, take me alive