The Funeral

**** are in a state of emergency

The death side

A mirrored image of where we are today

The life side

A vision of where we need to go

So sign your death certificate

Fuck all y'all

Lisa got him

Alright

Six of us

Go around that side

Alright

On three (You got it?)

One (Yeah), two, three

Lift

Alright

Come on, brothers, we gotta walk this way

I can't believe it, man

The homeboy

Open that door

Alright

Brothers, and sisters

We come together

By God's demand

Whether it be

For life or death

While this mourning

It's over the morning of one of our little brothers

This brother was a good brother

He didn't get into an excessive amount of trouble

But it's one thing, it's one thing

It's one thing

He was the wrong **** to fuck with