i woke up to a tune on the radio check it an old church hymn behind a breakbeat record sounded kinda funky so i pumped it right but rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight when will you motherfuckers quit every motherfuckin mornin it s the same ol bullshit i peeped to see the thrashin some nigga runnin with a butcher knife screamin out assassin he ran by a friend of mine it bugged him his eyes showed fear that s the reason why he stuck him anyway that s how i seen it you rarely see a nigga kill another nigga and he doesn t mean it so that s the way i took it anyway the boy is dead no matter how you look at it and life goes on i was feelin kinda funny i went to take a shower duke bumped into the wall and i smooth went through now i m thinkin i m in trouble i reached to touch my face but i couldn t feel my beard stubble i screamed oh lord help looked into the mirror and i couldn t see myself i called up my mom s house and realized somethin was wrong no doubt she picked up said hello in a low tone i said hey ma and she hung up the telephone sick and lookin weary my cousin walks in i said what s up but he didn t hear me started packin up my shit g looked at a picture of me put it down and said rest in peace realizin what he said man i can t talk i don t exist i m a dead man yeah i guess i m dead right i m goin to the cemetery to peep out akshun s gravesite and sure enough there it is my mom and girl talkin holdin on to brad s kids i look into the box g son of a bitch i don t believe it that s me momma kissed me on my head aww shit i m dead 
['conscious hip hop', 'dirty south rap', 'gangster rap', 'hardcore hip hop', 'hip hop', 'houston rap', 'rap', 'southern hip hop', 'trap']