Blaze Ya Dead Homie - Further from Truth Lyrics
My styles are Grundy, gritty and crusted with moldMy body is a shell, inside is a tortured soulWaiting to grab a hold, of everything you that knowAnd casually throw it all right out the windowI return from the beyond again, with a shovel on my shoulderAnd a photograph of him, from the dark, backwardsCounter-clockwards,A lot of the words that I said, they went unheardBuried in the casket, tucked under the earthFor so long, with hopes that no one would get hurt,From this raging retardRiddled with bullet holes, when you're different,That's how it goesI understand, do you?If you were in a situation, that's mineYou'd probably go on, pretending everything is fineBut that, phony feeling couldn't be further from truthWhen your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suit[Chorus: x2]When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suitThat phony feeling, couldn't be further from truthDirty like the earth, And young *****es that lift skirtsTo pay college funds, or get they nails doneWe all human, got to do, what we gotta to doFrom flipping a couple birds, to turning a trick or twoOr slapping a trick or three, for imitating a GRapping in the mirror, while they bumping my LPImitation is flattery, that what they tell meBut you ain't thug, you can't sell me, nope[Chorus: x4]When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suitThat phony feeling, couldn't be further from truthA beautiful bowl of spread with lilies and orchidsA mortician playing your song upon the organI'll smash in your casket in with a sledgehammerAt this point now the anger is all that really mattersBusted the clock, threw the numbers away in my dreamsSo I'm haunted by new miracle messages, what do they mean?Whatever it is, is probably wrongThere's a hole in my head, and thoughts do linger too longAnd then I get branded as a walking mistakeAnd all I wanted was a piece of the cake, and some ice creamWould a nice dream like a vacation from nightmares?Speaking on deaf ears to people who don't really careWe throw it all away in garbage, bring it backClean it up after the commentary and serve us a trackWhat ever they want they gonna get, that's besides the pointMeanwhile many mother*****ers platinum off of club jointsAnd it's all *****ed up right nowAnd it's all *****ed up right nowAnd it's all *****ed up right nowWhen your on your back in a coffin wearing a suit[Chorus: x4]When your on your back, in a coffin, wearing a suitThat phony feeling, couldn't be further from truth
