k**ah Priest - Taking it Back lyrics

Life is d**h Love is life [k**ah Priest] Tear sprinklers, closed coffins and liquor bottles Cups of sorrows, brush off tomorrow Lost love, no luck, Greyhound bus Blow grey smoke rose over the city potholes Obituary to those we missed we buried Or like gospel scriptures of each n***as But there weren't saints The bullet ink helps us paints those pictures Morning grandmother Brothers holding their mothers and fainting sisters The streets gather with people Than as time goes, small groups fade off A day walk through the cemetery, I could hear the grave talk Couldn't cheat d**h, though twice he bet Not Eve to the trees, he kept switching the debt Left-handed, under the dirt soon become under a college campus Later a place of research and visiting planets Will we ever see this gangster again? No more Timbs, no more 20 inch rims All the j**ellery don't matter, all his money was scattered Far as the crumbs his wife could gather No guns, no beef, just eternal sleep And all you had you couldn't keep The hood creeps about a week then soon start to forget Your memory turns to a history The n***a you use to had beef with is now living in your project And that's Hell (Hook) No time for talking backwards I'ma blow this automatic Your whole future's going down Going down-down-down [k**ah Priest] What crosses the mind right before you're flatlined Do you see bright? Do you see night? Do you see Christ? I wonder what Heaven is like? Paramedics bring life, to we go where each of us came from One comes crying, one goes silent Which is worst? I don't know, it makes my brain numb When brothers squeeze triggers to cease n***as Do they think of our future before they shoot ya? What was it a Pale Horse thoughts of William Cooper Nailed to a cross, all leads variety of anxieties within my medulla Kennedy was shot in the head while riding the Lincoln I wonder what Lee Harvey Oswald was thinking When he tried to escape and hide in the theatre Did he see Mr. John Wilkes Booth in the mirror? For street cred n***as take heads For a block they don't even own The red, blue and gold is in the colours of the rainbow Heads hang low, when it's a four year old that had to go No halo, no big bright wings At the end the dust conquers all of us And that's the true destiny of a king (Hook)