R.I.P. 由 Infrared Music Group/Landmark Ent 于 2007年9月25日 发行，作为专辑“Lock & Left”的一部分。
BPM89
旋律性
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不插电
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Valence
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能量
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歌词
This song is dedicated to all the brothers and
Sisters who lost their lives due to senseless violence
Rest in peace
Let me tell you three stories about death all occurring in Richmond
Three lives lost, all affected me differently
I'm not a stranger to murder scenes, that's how it be
But the older I get, the more I feel the misery
The first story that popped in my head is Way Out
But to his family, his name was Waleed Elahi
A block hugger, a Muslim brother, a miss to killers
Gave up all his free time coaching the Richmond Steelers
Children look to him for guidance, he found a way to provide it
Right around the manor, a place known for murder and violence
They tried to change the name to Monterey Primes
But that don't change the dead bodies surrounded by white chalk lines
Every time I talked to him, his message was positive
Him and his brother Khalid throwing functions for little kids
See I'mma judge the brother for the life he tried to live
Not the shit he did as a product of this environment
I understand everybody did a little dirt
But in his last days, he tried to put the children first
And at his funeral, I prayed for his soul
And hoped Allah took his spirit to the seven abodes
And they mourn you
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
R.I.P., no one's ever prepared
When the streets treat life unfair
Man, they missing you
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
R.I.P., may you rest in peace
When your soul and the heavens meet
Man, they missing you
I remember this night so clearly, I think of it everyday
Three in the morning, watching homie die on the freeway
I kneeled down five inches over his bloody face
Trying to help him breathe so we can open his airway
His brother lying next to him, holding his hand
Hoping the ambulance would come in time to give him a fighting chance
We right there on the 80 off of Carlson, he dying, it's hella cold
And 911 got me on hold
The clock's ticking, the brother's getting hysterical
It's hard to be supportive when situations is terrible
I'm talking to the one that's living, pray for your brother
Hold close to your heart the good times y'all had with each other
Now I'm talking to the one that's dying, begging him to keep trying
Begging him to try to breathe, begging homie not to leave
The ambulance finally came as he died at my feet
And all they did was cover homie with a white sheet
And they mourn you
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
R.I.P., no one's ever prepared
When the streets treat life unfair
Man, they missing you
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
R.I.P., may you rest in peace
When your soul and the heavens meet
Man, they missing you
Now if the heart had a wick like a candle and the flame is the light
A parent loses their fire when their child's life expires
And I see the flame fizzle every day
In the face of a mourning mother just wishing to hold her murdered son
She raised her boy into a man in the land of lawless
Taught him everything she could, everything she understood
This is the physical death of the flesh, yes
But let's remember the parent left staring at her only born
I watch her every day, she tries to smile and carry on
But damn it, her son's gone, pictures are never enough
A picture can't transform the warmth of a loving hug
All it does is remind us of how it once was
Cowards kill and run, fuck had the balls to stay
To look that mother in the face and tell her why you took away
The one person that made her smile, her only child
Her only son, the one person that she really loved
And they mourn you
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
R.I.P., no one's ever prepared
When the streets treat life unfair
Man, they missing you
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday
Thursday, Friday, Saturday
R.I.P., may you rest in peace
When your soul and the heavens meet
Man, they missing you
A real man values life and all the lives around him
And that's somebody's son, somebody's brother
Somebody's father, somebody's something
And you took they life away
For what?
For a fucking name or something?
Man, they missing you
Rest in peace
All the brothers and sisters that lost their lives in the streets
Written by: Timpson, Michael
