My soul can't rest today
My soul can't rest today
By mid afternoon smokin' blunts in my room
His killer didn't even blink, he couldn't think
Even when he heard the sirens kept firin'
Vodka spillin' out my mouth onto my chin
To whom ever this letter may concern
My soul can't rest today
And I can't bring myself to pray
Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see
Frank Williams aka Fast Black, fuck you
So on the story goes
Died in the pantomime of cold violence
AR-Fifteen and long barreled forty four's
I get down on my knees
And now I'm wearin' a t-shirt with his picture on it
He went out in a front page story
These monsters of then are who I bang with
He went out in a blaze of glory
We train to kill and not to feel, reactin' with a mac
And I can't bring myself to pray
He went out in a front page story
'Cause you will always be six feet under me
My soul can't rest today
Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again
'Cause you will always be six feet under me
They hearts is cold as the arctic, these men motivate mobs to lynch
When bullets strike they burn more
You took my nigga, my heart split, it's broken
I get down on my knees
Pupils dilated, possessed and perspirin'
Who I bang with, Crips, Bloods, BG, VL
These monsters are men who I hang with
But no matter who I kill I can't bring my nigga back
I get down on my knees
I get down on my knees
Than the flesh of the ones hit
I can't bring myself to pray
But to the motherfucka's who took
Help me Jesus, just help me, Jesus, thug niggaz killers
I can't bring myself to pray
With my vengeance I am all consumed
I've slipped into the darkness of the heartless
We have created our own road to hell
Long as the black board, splatter with his inside
My niggaz dead and I can't get my fuckin' head around it
'Cause you will always be six feet under me
Shattered in a million pieces, help me Jesus
Your cell phone tape, hear yourself
Staggerin' about to vomit, consumed with vengeance
They victims was screamin', help me Jesus
We was just smokin' blunts of the best chronic
He grew up admirin', thirty auts and calicos
Mental flame from the barrel claim twenty five angel, mercy
Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard
Billy didn't shake, Lord, he fell silent
Those barbarians carry savage weapons and they start shit
Homicide scream from the hand held dragon
