Chief Kamachi - d**h Choir lyrics

Yeah-yeah, sing the song of the 'd**h Choir' I sing the song of the 'd**h Choir' I didn't waste all these tears sayin' all these prayers I don't really care Yo, don't learn sh** in school just wanna choke the teacher Back on the block all I see is dope and reefer I wave at the Reverend he ain't righteous either He a fiend on the low shootin' blow wit Meeka Yeah it's a crazy world, see how a baby curl When there's crack in the pregnant stomach of a baby girl Neglected offsprings end of the zone Single mother in the welfare instead of alone Pops smokin' up the money, ain't no food on the home Now they callin' collect back in jail on the phone The kid's starvin', k** for everything that he owned It get real hard, body showin' nothin' but bones Smell the d**h, shirt sprayed wit the bullet colognes Kneel down, pray on the trigger when pullin' the chromes So twisted, love the sound of funeral tones We so stressed out, got a smoke a few to dome C'mon... Yeah-yeah, sing the song of the 'd**h Choir' I sing the song of the 'd**h Choir' I didn't waste all these tears sayin' all these prayers I don't really care Old babe slang weed outta bribes stay on the porch On the corner, youngstaz rollin' the dice, stay wit the torch My n***a 6-foot like to hoop at the court Died at the hands of a crooked cop, excessive wit force Abusive marriage to the block where we get the divorce It's like storm after storm but we weather the course Yeah, up to a certain extent But we look all high stumblin' on the corner, we bent Dodgin' shots, unsuccessful murder attempts When it's time to go nobody is prefered or exempt Heaven or Hell gots thermometer takin' ya temp If it's hot then you go below If it's cold Mount Everest glaciars of snow I go the penalty, look at my face on the road I'm in the outside prison that's restrictin' my flow That's why I smoke weed like I'm free basin' the dro Yeah-yeah, sing the song of the 'd**h Choir' I sing the song of the 'd**h Choir' I didn't waste all these tears sayin' all these prayers I don't really care Yo, stick-up kids is out to tax Caskets stacked for that white snow and plastic wrap These the bul troops to help you make cla**ic raps Project pissin' hallways full of nasty rats All the pain and the glory, shame in the story How a n***a gettin' slained on the train for his j**elry It's still the same sin in these locations After all these years of prayers and invocation They like the invisble man beggin' for donations They want me to go to war screamin' 'DEFEND YOUR NATION!' Burn the flag, f** Bush the f*g I'm in squalor, can't put my hands on the ten dollar bag Dreams of being a big boy wit a Colombian tag So grimey eat the dead man in the crab So slimey turn ya head then you get stabbed Go head and try me, cuz so many that had Yeah-yeah, sing the song of the 'd**h Choir' I sing the song of the 'd**h Choir' I didn't waste all these tears sayin' all these prayers I don't really care