A Man Comes Around
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And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
And one of the four beasts saying, "Come and see"
And I saw, and behold a white horse
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
Signs benign, just a matter of time
Mind over matter, matter fact, nobody matter but mine
Matter fact, nobody taking what's mine
I work hard, fuck bars, fuck what you saying
If nobody feel you, nobody paying
Nobody saying 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 niggas ain't cutting no deals
Four letters give niggas the chills
Life we chose, we don't bitch
We do that crime, we don't snitch
Take that time, head up high
Kiss our daughters, tell son bye
Tell our mothers wipe both eyes
I'll be back, this ain't forever
The pain still remain, we can't predict weather
I'm happy I'm breathing, 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
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
That's why I keep on getting higher
That's why I keep on getting higher
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
That's why I keep on getting higher
That's why I keep on getting higher
Yeah, be silent in that solitude which is not loneliness
For then, the spirits of the dead
Who stood in life before thee are again
In death around thee, and their will shall overshadow thee
Be still, the night, though clear, shall frown
And the stars should not look down
From their high thrones in the heaven
With light like hope to mortal given
But their red orbs without being
To thy weariness shall seem
As a burning and a fever, which will cling to thee forever
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
And I just keep on getting higher
And I just keep on getting higher
'Cause everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
Everybody wanna die, so we celebrate the dead
And I just keep on getting higher
And I just keep on getting higher
And I looked, and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was death
And hell followed with him