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last dance - sticky ricky lyrics

i wish you could take me back grandmas house on christmas
money in the hand
it could turna a man viscous
cousin went to prison
he was selling switches
now he in a casket
god d*mn i miss him
and whoever taught him that sh*t
yall some b*tches
your own family
will put you in a bad position
people at your funeral
werent there for you when you was living
you die too young
or you live to be a victim
10 years old
we had so much ambition
20 years old
when my cousin got addicted
and the drugs took his innocence and stripped it
as a teen they always told us
we were gifted
but at home the sh*t wе witnessed
woulda broke you
worriеd bout evictions
and perscription pills
and sh*t im not supposed to
have to go through
to my gram and my gramps im so glad we had both you

tears fall on my cheek
its been 3 weeks
im still thinking bout b
when im gone
what will you think about me?
i miss my grandma
i didn’t think she would leave
i still see her in my dreams
and we just speak
i told her b had passed away
i swear i saw em last week
in the smile on my little childs face
in the whisper of a breeze
when its blowing through the trees
and it gives me faith
i dont wanna talk
bro just give me sp*ce
it keep repeating in my head
he said his sh*t was laced
i wanna cry
why they sent em to caanan in a different state

talking to a casket
ilike b please wake up
i feel the anger in my f*cking blood i wanna break stuff
they set me up for failure
b*tch and i ain’t even break once
most the sh*t they think they know about it they just made up
and dont tell me shape up
when you the ones that shaped us
strangers say my cousin shoulda died he was 8 once
i think about his daughter
and i hope she can be brave enough
i think about the sh*t my family did
it make me hate their guts
it f*cked me up
call it luck
call it hard work
i put this sh*t together
from the dust
i built myself up
and broke the f*cking mold
that they placed me in
this is where it all begins
this is where it ends
ive written f*cking scripture with this pen
it still wasn’t enough
for you b*tches
lost my soul
lost my grams
i lost b to this vioelence
take the guns out your hands
be a man
and take a moment of silence
close the book
and close your eyelids
this is my last dance

- sticky ricky lyrics

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