Phil Collins - In The Air lyrics

[Intro: Joe Budden] Chea, GC, Rest In Peace Mojo, Rest In Peace Champ gon' Rest In Peace Little Reg gone Rest In Peace Slick Senior, you gon Rest In Peace Keith gon' Rest In Peace I need all y'all to Rest In Peace To all my n***as Rest In Peace (Repeat x2) [Verse: Joe Budden] I know my dead homies watching upon us But uh, I ain't gotta know a n***a to mourn See a real n***a crying it's torture Get the candles and the drinks We gon' have our own wake on the corner You could just vision All of the memories Hennesy guzzling and you buggin Cuz you was just with him God called for his son it was time You gotta have peace with the Lord Wish you it's on just one last time Some think that nothin about it is good He got what every n***a dreams of, he's out of the hood So why we all sit in the hood cryin liquer He's in heaven laughing like "look at my n***as" They all sobbing, them tears ain't stopping God throw em a sign and let them know I'm still watching Time pa**es and things get poppin Like "He woulda wanted, if he was here that woulda been his option" It's back to old times as if he just popped in You had to take somebody Jesus not him All my real n***as put a lighter in the air There's a fighter in the air That cloud right there And I know my time is coming like everybody elses (But) But by then I hope that everybody felt this Always that one hateful n***a make it seem like everybody's jealous Somebody here don't like me breathin I know somebody here's tryna spite me steamin Spite how I ride these Sprees and dap me Goin to projects, at the end of the night I'm leavin One of my old mans has now burnt out Mic off me, never know how things turn out Cuz even your close friends'll steal ya Come to think of it, I could be real cool with my po-tential k**er That's called taking the bitter with the sweet The skip with the verse The gift with the curse Somebody wants to see the kid in a hearse But I'll die for this rap sh**, clips will disperse k** for this rap sh**, it gets reversed Murder you lethal (So) So don't watch if the convertable bleeds you Take your pick with the clips How you want it, reversible or see-through? I be another locked dog in the fort And another wake on the corner will be all my fault Another body inside the Caddy That'll make my Moms right cuz I'll be in jail just like Daddy Daddy come home, something ain't right I think the Lord bout to call 'pon Uncle Mike Mike got high and he wasn't too strong Doc said he got cancer and it wouldn't be long Said in another six months he'll be gone Pops still play that one gospel song every morn' Stopped gettin high so it's no more pipe And they found medicine that'll extend his life Years past and, Mike's still here he's not hurt Gospel song every morn it's funny how God works Wait! He's got the disease, he's different again He's starting to get sick and sh**'s missing again Now that monthly cheque he's spending again Goddamn Uncle Mike is sniffing again Dad, Mike sprung And God put the cancer in his lungs like f** that cure you had a choice Disease is so cunning when you trippin' high You can't throw away the gift of life n***a you take it or leave it n***a play it to keep it n***a safe retreated Cuz if the Lord come take it you heed it No funeral homes, not for you And I don't really wanna visit in the hospital Don't wanna see you like that cuz I'mma be too scared I'd rather meet my own demise and meet you There God I can't make pretend At least take me first so I ain't gotta see you take my friends Some things I can't even figure, like why you have to take him for? Come on God answer me n***a Another tatoo, another name sprayed on the back window of the car for a month Another family shattered, in tears Another night on my knees with a new name added to my prayers All the things we still feelin Cuz on a nice day when the sky's clear I'm gon' see y'all staring Extend your arm, take this pound To all my lost soldiers in the booth with me while I lay this down C'mon