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Genre
Author
JOKERJOE2
Rights
YEAH, DONT TOUCH IT!
Uploaded
April 22, 2008
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MP3 5.2 MB • 128 kbps • 5:37
Story behind the song
deepness.. dopeness. and all that inbetween
Lyrics
Hook
Verse one
This story unfolds, it’s the first one told//
Same man, same soul, that the casket holds//
One man, one soul, high, stuck in a rut//
Made alotta bad decisions, like fuckin wit drugs//
Because he overdosed, now their pumpin his guts//
One love, one drug, so he stayed fucked up//
No tech, no vest, he out brawled the outlaws//
Went toe to woe wit hounds, known for throwin it southpaw//
& now dogs hurtin, got no work & he’s thirsty//
for sure, no job’l work em, cuz he’s burnt & he’s dirty//
plus ole girl left him, now she’s fuckin his brother//
one thing after another, dudes and unlucky fucker//
Did he love his mother? Yeah yo, probably a lot//
But cuz she loved him back, she said “ya gotta leave the spot”//
A week ago a crack fiend shot em for a rock//
Then yesterday his momma saw his body in a box//
This story unfolds much like the last one told//
Same man, same soul, that the casket holds//
One blood, same blood, young one and old//
One box, four walls, no light, no holes//
From ashes to ashes, & dust to mud//
If he, lusts for bud, he’l never lust for love//
And if he lusts for drugs, he’l never love his son//
So do ya loved ones a favor, load and trust a gun//
Cuz I know its cut throat, but its truth I speak//
A crooked cop, im not, cuz its blue I bleed//
But just understand, how confused I be//
When a man, with a badge, can abuse IV’s//
Was he on his job? Yeah, known to be on top//
Somehow the perp got the drop, & shot em with the glock//
A week ago, he preached, proud to be a cop//
But yesterday his daughter saw her father in a box//
Ill put ya body up in a box, hahah//
don’t get ya body put up In a box, hahaha//
Ill put ya body her body his body, their body//
anybody, ill put their body up in a box//
This story goes like the last two told//
Same man, same soul, that the casket holds//
One wife, last kiss, one grasp to hold//
One life, last wish, for the passion to grow//
One man, one fam, wit a secret past//
Time ticks, life’s quick, tonight he breathes his last//
One cocked, hammer dropped, then the heater blasts//
One shot, two dropped, now their bleedin fast//
Wrong road, wrong block, wrong place & time//
One mom two boxes, long face and line//
On top of the box, mommas smashin her fists//
All black, mad, pissed, as her mascara drips//
Her 5 year old child, stayed smiling, never stopped//
Till that stray bullet popped, now a families rocked//
A week ago she froze, body locked in shock//
Today her eyes cry to see their bodies in a box//
Ill put ya body up in a box, hahah//
don’t get ya body put up In a box, hahaha//
Ill put ya body her body his body, their body//
anybody, ill put their body up in a box//
It’s a tragedy, sad to see, a man in a casket//
Pastor asks for cash, then he’s passin a basket//
But no amount of dough’l bring em back so we askin//
Why God? Why we wearin black & this man in a casket?//
Why’d it hafta happen? Why’d he hafta go?//
Why’d that crack head hafta have a gat? Why’d he hafta smoke//
What this man ever do to you, to hafta be snatched?//
Sure we all made mistakes, but that shyts back in the past//
I aint livin right, you gonna take my life? I hope ya don’t//
I don’t done a lotta shyt, & got a lot more shyt to go//
I hope ya know, I appreciate everything ya done//
I just think its messed up, you took this man & his son//
You coulda taken that gun, insteada takin his life//
I aint questioning ya method, I just think it aint right//
Now his wife’s livin lonely, homies prolly gonna rot//
All because you saw it best to put his body in a box//
