6 Feet Deep

There's far too many of you dying

June twenty-eight was the date

Thirty-eight to the chest plate

Mommy dear's cryin at the wake

And everybody's dressed up in black suits

Goin to pay their last respects to the black troop

Why'd he have to die is the question that we're 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 thinkin

Of how we hung in the clubs smokin and drinkin

Never missin out on a hood fight

Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good fight

Everything has changed and people are lookin lonely

It's gon' be strange spendin New Year's 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

Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise

Everybody's trippin cause the boy was too young to die

A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath

Everybody's trippin cause they can't accept my homie's death

Another killin was reported on the evenin news

Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair a shoes

In the midst of all this shit I think about myself

Wonderin when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf

But I refuse to be another violent casualty

So when I'm rollin I pack my pistol grip beside my knee

Cause on the city streets today a brother just can't win

When the people you think are your friends really ain't your friends

Uh, and Bushwick can't sleep

When everybody around me keeps fallin six feet deep

The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows

As they approach to see the body before the casket close

The person standin next to me has snapped a flick

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 durin all the singin I broke down myself

When I looked and seen the family that my partner left

And then the choir broke into its final song

Thinkin to myself the worst is yet to come

Everyone was headed for the final flight

As we creeped along the gravel on the burial site

The director said his words and there was not a sound

As they lowered my little partner towards inside the ground

Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top

And then they work alone with the concrete block

And that's deep

A lotta homies die, a lotta 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 him nothin, was a player, had to have it

Got caught up in the game now my boy's in the casket

And everybody's lookin' 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

Comin up tryin to have the finer things in life

But now my boy's gone, I wish he was at home

I wish he wouldn'ta never fell victim to the chrome

So when I drink a brew for you I pour some on the block, son

You might be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten

So long, remember whenever or wherever

Dead or alive, real partners come together

And you know that