A Man Comes Around - Bodega Bamz

Why I keep on getting high, yeah

That’s why I keep on getting high, yeah

Die, so we celebrate the dead

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

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

Fuck bars, fuck 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 niggas ain’t cuttin' no deals

Four letters give niggas the chill, 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

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

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

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 death 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

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