evryone talks bout death
but noone knows what is like
evryone talks bout death
but noone knows what is like
see,
death sometimes can save
but sometimes can bury
make only bones remain
when you die, yknow
something happens or
nothing happens, eh?
i dreamt bout death, was weird
it was really weird, so quickly
ill tell ye the story indeed
well this woman was a singer and she saw herself in the fire, when she sung before she was the pyre, yknow
she loaned some money to another girl, but she called a man to take it back but it was held high
so one night they went to a street, and it was dark and no one was there to testify that malware
the singer shot a doors locker to seem like she was robbing that house instead, in case the police ever made an affair
the man threw a smoke grenade by the street just in case, they would see it so shed perfectly flee
the woman climbed a long long long ladder, before reachin a rooftop in the shape of a square
but it was so weird coz the rooftop was open, like a square you drew for childhood lessons, so open
she was scared but followed straight to her purpose but for her own surprise the money bag wasnt purple
it simply wasnt coz it never ever has been there, she climbed so high only to see nothin there
so the police made its noize for the first time and the lady had to be fast, quit it right
but yknow when they say, ykow, haste makes waste, a new pasta would soon make way today
the lady saw a ladder goin down the otherside, she thought it risky but shoot, i gotta give it a try!
my god so screwd was the way she connected, and now the noizy cops was hard to reject there
her hands, they simply didnt do the work right, i dunno, smth happened b4 the ultimate flight
when she was reaching the ground i woke up, but it was so damn awesome that i wrote this song
