Six Feet Deep

There's far too many of you dying
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 June 28 was the date, 38
 'Til the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake
 And everybody's dressed up in black suits
 Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop
 Why'd he have to die? Is the question that we're under
 But everyone knows that every day's a different number
 So when your time comes, just remember G
 You'll always have a place in this world as a memory
 Especially my boys who passed away back in '92
 Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
 Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
 Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
 Never missin' out on a hood fight
 'Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good fight
 Everything is changed and people are lookin' lonely
 It's gon' be strange spendin' New Year's Eve without your homie
 But ain't much that we can do
 Except pour brew throughout the crew
 To make sure we all remember you
 And believe me it hurts
 To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt, dirt
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 There's far too many of you dying
 There's far too many of you dying
 Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise
 Everybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too young to die
 A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
 Everybody's trippin' 'cause they can't accept my homie's death
 Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
 Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair of shoes
 In the midst of all this shit, I think about myself
 Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf
 But I refuse to be another violent casualty
 So when I'm rollin', I pack my pistol grip beside my knee
 'Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win
 When the people you think are your friends
 Really ain't your friends, uh and Bush Wick can't sleep
 When everybody around me keeps fallin' six feet deep
 There's far too many of you dying
 There's far too many of you dying
 The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows
 As they approach to see the body before the casket close
 The person standin' next to me has snapped the flip
 Once I seen the casket closed, I knew that that was it
 The whole entire family spoke on his defense
 The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
 And durin' all the singing I broke down myself
 When I looked and seen the family that my partner left
 And then the choir broke into its final song
 Thinkin' to myself, the worst is yet to come
 Everyone was headed for the final flight
 As we creeped along the gravel on the burial site
 The director said his words and there was not a sound
 As they lower my little partner inside the ground
 Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
 And then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep
 There's far too many of you dying
 There's far too many of you dying
 A lotta homies die, a lotta mothers cry
 I watch tears fall down from their eyes
 Everybody wants to go to Heaven
 But nobody wants to take the chance
 They chose the music so they had to dance
 Couldn't tell 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it
 Got caught up in the game now my boy's in the casket
 And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame
 Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang
 We used to kick it on the Ave at night
 Comin' up, tryin' to have the finer things in life
 But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home
 I wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone
 So when I drink a brew for you, I pour some on the block, son
 You might be gone, but you damn sure ain't forgotten
 So on, remember whenever or wherever
 Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that
 There's far too many of you dying
 There's far too many of you dying