your last song

[Frank White]

if u were dieing and u cud play one last song before u go

what song wud u choose n why?

[Verse 1]

Word to Will, buried in his Fila suit and heavy chain

I wanna be iced-up nigga, bury me the same

I live for street glory and I die for ghetto fame

Respect all, fear none, my pride is everything

Initials in swimming pools floors, women lose draws

A true boss, never lose wars, got cheddar to floss

Guns under beds, mask and a flashlight

Living my life like everyday's my last night

Alcoholic on toilets, I shit blood

Foreign cars, models and stars, life of a rich thug

Mama told me from weed, I would switch drugs

To cocaine and hit clubs and deep-dish dubs

How would she know unless she hit the clubs, got her mack-on

Back in the 60's with an afro and her platforms

Bopping to the Supremes, smoking joints

That's cool, but I'mma live how I want

[Hook 1]

I did it my way, from crumbs and roaches and rats

I did it my way, converted in from hustling to raps

I did it my way, from break dancing, back spins on the cardboard

I did it my way, to bullet proof bentleys, gats in the car's door

I did it my way, never gave a fuck what nobody said

I did it my way, they hope that I fail and wished I was dead

I did it my way, if I fucked up it falls on me

I did it my way, I'm lucked up and struck rich, now we all can eat

[Verse 2]

Gateways, marble floors, chandeliers

Jacuzzi's, Gucci soap, throwing cash in the air

Though I, still feel broke with millions in the bank

And deals on the table, I focus to stay afloat

And just to think some would die to get what I got

They think its alot, the blink of an eye, you could get shot

Niggas is wolves, coming if you ruthless or not

But I be on point, put you in places where bodies rot

Never knew murder till I seen my man get popped

No blood soaking, laying there, eyes still open

I got a little closer, put my hand in his palm

He was looking right through me, Yo staring beyond

I wonder what he saw, the limoes, movies and tours

Did he die in vain and represent for the cause

Now I put his name on everything I'm involved

And that's the game, Ya'll can't relate, fuck ya'll (Ill Will)

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

Yo, hoes in my fold can slow me, roll with the brokest homies

Cold and we hopeless lonelies, scolding my foes who phony

From blocks where coke can feed you and cops are over evil

They know some people who tell on felons who sold some diesil

Heron and blow it ruins minds, knew a crew one time

'89, they took work to Caroline and blew big time

In just two years, their crew disappear

Snitches and bitches, smeared the paint on their pictures

Years back, I reminiscence and remember, sitting on wood benches

Gave me splinters, just a baby nigga thankful

When them killers came through, guns out, moving

I think the ones who said shorty go home, we about to be shooting

[iam_the_akay]

depressing topic but a good 1, for some reason this song came to my mind

[BLACK VICTIM]

[djbmc]

Something by Simon and garfunkel I think.

[Elementalism]

The lips of the righteous teaches many
But fools die for want of wisdom
The rich man's wealth is in the city
Vexation of the soul is vanity
Destruction of the poor is their poverty
The poor man's wealth is in a holy, holy place
Why do you fight eachother
Why do you kill your brother
Then your reward will be the cemetery
We got to build a better nation
Clean up, clean up Jah creation
Or there will be no future for you, you and me

The lips of the righteous teaches many
But fools die for want of wisdom
The rich man's wealth is in the city

Vexation of the soul is vanity
Destruction of the poor is their poverty
The poor man's wealth is in a holy place

Why do you fight each other?
Why do you kill your brother?
Then your reward will be the cemetery

We got to build a better nation
Clean up, clean up Jah creation
Or there will be no future for you, you and me

Just clocked the 'why'.

I first heard this tune in my dad's old school Merc back in the day. Used to really relax me, and I have positive associations of being small, driving around with my dad listening to it.

It's also a reinterpretation of some verses from Proverbs.

[Nidge Weasle]

the song in my sig.

id go out with a smile on my face

[Kurtis]

the way im living right now itll prob be this

[Skola]

something by rick ross so i can get gassed one last time

[Rsonist]

[DRC]

[TALLWAH]

[Aquaman]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k5qdVJdo2GU

play the whole rass album, and whats on the darkside of the moon?

Gangster City nigaaaaaaa