When I Die
When I die bury me in what
When I die bury me in what
When I die bury me in gold
When I die tell 'em I was bold
When I die know my soul was never sold even though I always felt that cold creepin in My bones
Creepin in my bones
When I die tell 'em
Fear lost to weed so paranoia conceives
A poet's mind to lift lines off of these streets so listen
Many a lesson was taught in hopeless insurrection from a no name holding enemy
Lost in sight of golden opportunity to write this down in history and finish me
Beat down and bloody from the word of they hypocrisy
Never really felt safe and then they started popping me
Looking to my brothers as a child to find answers
Left with simple formulas to show me how fucked up it was and
Everything we build helps to feed the thing that fails me
Well fuck that
Started getting fed up so I fought back
Robin took a knee as a flag to show it's half staff
That was 38 years ago and now I feel that
Everything is leading to our systematic fall back
So they futs around with me and treat me like I cant bite back
That's okay close your doors I'll plot amongst the silence
When I die bury me in what
When I die bury me in what
When I die bury me in gold
When I die tell 'em I was bold
When I die know my soul was never sold even though I always felt that cold creeping in My bones
Creepin in my bones
When I die tell 'em
Yeah, I never left now
In-fact my animosity's turning into atrocities
They asking us to chill while they turning up the pilot see
We losing all our patience
But they the ones that started this
I'm asking you to look at me and tell me if this really it
Hurting for some answers and you treat it like a gift
Losing all my people and you treat it with a click
You wanna run and hide
They wanna make us silent
I'm online, I'm offline, I'll take to streets in rows
Scream about my woes to a deaf and blind foe
I've been sprayed
I've been pushed
I've been beaten
I've been shot
I can see now why you're scared cuz I'm more than just a thought and
I'm tens and
I'm hundreds and
I'm thousands of these voices
Who've been fighting the corrupt
Since the days of old kings
If you rose to power through respect of your people
Think roads that we laid and the prices that we paid so
When we die bury us in what
When we die bury us in what
When we die bury us in gold
When we die tell 'em we was bold
When we die know our soul was never sold even though we always felt that cold creeping in our bones
Creepin in our bones
When we die tell 'em