Six Feet Deep

There's far too many of you dying 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 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