*FUNERAL*

LOOKING AT THIS WORD AND WONDERING WHY THE FIRST THREE LETTER SPELL FUN. SEEMS VERY CRAZY TO ME BECAUSE IT IS NOT A FUN TIME OR PLACE TO BE* SHITS CRAZY.

CRYING ON THE INSIDE TRYING TO HIDE MY TEARS*IMMA 'G' SO I HAVE TO BE STRONG*JUST KNOW WHEN I GET HOME*I'M TAKING OFF THE LAYERS AND PEELING OFF THE ROBES*IMMA GRAB MY BOTTLE AND JUST MAYBE MY ROLL.TRYING NOT TO REMEMBER HOW IT WAS AND WHAT IT WAS LIKE*HOLDING BACK VISIONS OF JUST SPEAKING TO YOU THE OTHER NIGHT*A STAINED MEMORY OF ONLY A GRAVE SIGHT*

POURING OUT MY BOTTLE TILL THE GROUND SOAKS IT UP*HOPING THAT YOU GOT THAT TASTE OF THAT GOOD OLE' RUM.TWO GUNS UP MY 'K' AND FOUR-FIVE*19 BULLETS UP SHOOTING AT THE SKY*HOLDING MY HEAD BACK ASKING WHY*

BUT IMMA 'G' REMEMBER AND WE DON'T CRY.SO I DO MY SALUTE AND WAVE GOODBYE*

WHEN THE SKY MOVES AND THE STARS DROP~TILL WE MEET AGAIN~

R.IP. MARTY