Six Feet Deep

(There’s far too many of you dying)
Scarface:
June twenty-eight was the date thirty-eight,
Till the chest plate mommy dears crying at the wake,
And everybody’s dressed up in black suits,
Going to pay their last respects to the black troop,
“Why’d he have to die,” is the question that were 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 thinking,
Of how we hung in the clubs smoking and drinking,
Never missing out on a hood fight,
‘Cause every day back in the hood we had a good fight,
Everything is changed and people are looking lonely,
Its gonna be strange spending new years 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)
Bushwick Bill:
Another homie got smoked but its no surprise,
Everybody’s tripping cause the boy was to young to die,
A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath,
Everybody’s tripping cause they cant accept my homeys death,
Another killing was reported on the evening news,
Somebody’s brother got killed behind a pair of shoes,
In the midst of all this shit I think about my self,
Wondering when somebody’s gonna try to take me off the shelf,
But I refuse to be another violent casualty,
So when I’m rolling I pack my pistol grip beside my knee,
Cause on the city streets today a brother jus cant win,
When the people you think are your friends really aint your friends,
And Bushwick cant sleep,
When everybody around me keeps falling six feet deep,
(There’s far too many of you dying)
Scarface:
The pain that’s deep inside of everybody grows,
As they approach to see the body before the casket close,
The person standing 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 during 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,
Thinking to myself the worst is yet to come,
Everyone was headed for the final flight,
As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight,
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)
Big Mike:
A lot of homies die, a lot of 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 them nothing,
Was a player, had to have it,
Got caught up in the game now my boy’s in the casket,
And everybody looking for somebody else to blame,
Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in the game,
We used to kick it on the ave at night,
Coming up trying 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 chrone,
So when I drink a brew for you I pour some on the block son,
You might be gone but you damn sure aint forgotten,
So on remember whenever or wherever,
Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that,
[theres far too many of you dying]
[theres far too many of you dying]