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You murdered the one who married you
Now the time has come to burry you
Tell me who’s going to carry you
The hood was scared of you
Sooner or later someone was going to
Take care of you
Now you’re stiff like Stay Flow
Mom's picking out your afro
Can’t afford a tombstone
Terrorized and broke into
Broken homes
Trauma domes
Eyes closed like Trazadome
From sipping on Liquid Methadone
Brought your ashes home
Dropped a hand full of bullets
In the box
Like a fist filled with rocks
Threw you in the trash
Where you belong
