Youth Is Dead - A Man Comes Around lyrics

[Intro: Youth Is Dead] Why I keep on getting high, yeah That's why I keep on getting high, yeah Die, so we celebrate the dead [Sample: Johnny Cash] And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder One of the four beasts saying, "Come and see" And I saw, and behold, a white horse [Verse: Bodega Bamz] Regular kid from the hood, doing whatever I could My mama deserve to live good, comfortable I'm just hoping that the reaper don't come for me Not yet, my future look bright, the past look dim Noticing him with the cross on his chest Ready for war, no secret is kept Silence the 9, just a matter of time, mind over matter Matter of fact, nobody matter but mine Matter of fact, nobody taking what's mine, I work hard f** bars, f** what you sayin', if nobody feel you, nobody payin' Nobody sayin' to stop, but everyone ain't gonna pop, that's truth No gimmick, all real, some money will give that appeal More money will give that appeal, my n***as ain't cuttin' no deals Four letters give n***as the chill, life we chose, we don't b**h We do that crime, we don't snitch, take that time, head up high Kiss our daughters, tell son "bye," tell our mothers [?] I'll be back, this ain't forever The pain still remain, we can't predict weather I'm happy I'm grieving, my heart still broke But so is my pockets, rich off hope And that's all I got, so, so, go hard or go home [Hook: Youth Is Dead] Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead That's why I keep on getting high, yeah That's why I keep on getting high, yeah Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead That's why I keep on getting high, yeah That's why I keep on getting high, yeah [Interlude] Yeah, be silent in our solitude which was not loneliness For then, the spirits of the dead who stood in life before thee are again And d**h around thee and there will, shall overshadow thee Be still, the night, though queer, shall frown And the stars shall not look down from their high thrones in the Heaven What's life like hope to mortal given? But they're red orbs without being, to thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever, it would cling to thee forever [Hook: Bodega Bamz] Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead And I just keep on getting high, yeah And I just keep on getting high, yeah ‘Cause everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead And I just keep on getting high, yeah And I just keep on getting high, yeah