Bronze Nazareth - Pictures (Stem Cells) lyrics

[Eulogy Clip] Here, at this final hour, in this quiet place …Come to bid farewell to one of its brightest hopes Extinguished now and gone from us forever [Verse 1: Bronze Nazareth] I tote the hammer when home Like a modern Capone, I keep my hat low Rollin up my dreams and then blow Scoped by the feds now I'm edgy like the balance pole Stretch him with the calico, saw his face was my n***a though! Damn whats in the city air? Sitting there next to a picture, at me it quietly stared Delusional off the smoke fixture, that sh**'ll get ya My Grand Daddy glared back like me in the mirror Died of cancer, I never saw d**h's face much clearer Watched him in the Commons, spitting up minutes He had a cup, loved the pistons, writing this, my heart's skippin Went from earth to heaven, sure as the moon'll glisten Smoke arises from my lungs, in the present prison It's like his picture sending me message to balance living He got a grimace like he's ashamed in ways His soul rose out the smoke clouds, I'm calm but amazed Told him for one, I feel responsible for Illah Dayz Shouldn't have let him leave, he trying to walk and breathe Tears stream like the end of my Nile – never achieved He said with stem cells we'll rock live with 14 feet My children black royalty, Obama new King Until that day my, frame'll hurt I'm walking for two It's my honor, only God knows what follows monsoons Opened my eyes, smoke gone, blunt in the tray Heard his voice one time, told me to iron my wings But when danger come, like World War 2, pop them thangs!!!! [Eulogy Clip] And it is, therefore, most fitting That we meet once again To share these last moments with him [Verse 2: Bronze Nazareth] I stash the heat when I move Cause the sun don't shine, I keep my eyes low Natural sungla**, pa** the wine Woke by the flashing lights in my mind so clear That one shot produced a million piece broken mirror Yo what's in the Florida air? A cold stare from a photograph looked back as if he could hear Outlandish off the green lanterns Anger set in, as we declared out loud “we heat handlers!” Romancing plans of blowing trees in deep mansions My cousin glared back like he ain't understand it Died a young king, Aunt Debbie with her face in her hands! I saw the moon set, while dark clouds cried on withered plants Blow tar from my lungs, while in my white owl trance I swear I hear him talking, while the clouds dance Saw his reflection in my chrome, his mouth was movin And I ain't turn around, like it was Malcolm – I listened And then I said I miss him I Feel guilty down here enjoying life, while you beyond the solar system Tears stream and turn into steam on my Smith and Wesson Said when I rock crown, he'll shine on me from heaven My cousin blessed chemistry, a soldiers salute ‘Til then, my lungs'll both hurt, I'm breathing for two Awoke to sun down, flashin lights, the wings of a plane Heard his voice one time, told me to walk like a king Sometime I'll stop by and we can talk in a dream We shoulda kicked it, shoulda had more visits We should kicked it, now your gone Prophet Joshua Stone martyr to youth who left the Glock home Shoulda kicked it, shoulda had more visits… [Eulogy Clip] This beleaguered, unfortunate but nonetheless proud community has found a Braver, more gallant young champion than this Afro-American who lies before us, unconquered still