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found my voice on a death bed
got up and walked instead of
slept there could've been the end
snaked by a friend who became
a foe used to be like a bro to me
you know like family invited to
the table to eat moms neck bones
posing for pictures in the kitchen
was writing a book wasn't gone
tell all grew up and fell off
foot ran over when the wagon
kept rolling got stories for days
figures in the grave too many
bodies to count it's a dirty game
and a dirty shame to dig it up
I was born in Watts moms live
in Compton like a undertaker
death ain't nothing but
a business welcome to
a final destination what's my
occupation I solve problems
hire me you won't have none
weapon of choice is no weapon
formed against us beat all the
odds waged against me if
you really love me then kiss me
those who hate me wish me
dead heard it from the grape
vine the spirit won't let
nothing sneak up on me
swear to God I'm not lonely
patience is my pedigree
check the catalog I'm a
story teller I don't tell all
