Rice Cemetery

Phone ringing as I’m staring at this gravestone
Whoever’s on the other end just hears the same tone
A mental wrestling match with all of my same ghosts
I don’t wanna speak, that’s not the reason I came home
I came back for a show and I came to break bones
Break a leg and my heart holding sustained notes
But if it kills me, don’t cry, save the songs that I’m scrapping
Play them all, then throw that hard drive in the casket
I’m sick of running this rat race
With half-famous, half-satan worshipping blackface wearers
An accident while in last place, the glass breaks
Pray that I’m not seeing my last days, but lately I
Feel like I’m dying, I’ve lost weight and my thoughts change daily on if I can make songs
Save for a place of my own
Another woman hit my phone, is this the price of greatness?
Going on hiatus, I need a vacation

She just broke up with her boyfriend, you know what I mean?
I been so turnt up, ain’t even sober in a dream
Movin’ slower like the lean
It don’t matter where I’m going if I’m going with the team
That’s Webbie and Cruz
They both better than me, I’m way better than you
Let me tell you motherfuckers what I’m ready to do
Yeah
I told my plug that I’m ready to roll
I told my dawg that I’m ready to ride
I told a bitch that I’m ready to fuck
Told myself that I’m ready to die
Yeah
I’m re-ready to die
I’m ready to, ready to, re-re ready to die
I’m re-ready to, ready, re-re-ready to die
I’m ready to die
I’m re-re-ready to die
I ain’t tellin’ a lie
When I’m tellin’ you why
‘Cause I just don’t give a fuck no mo
They wanna drink ya drank
They wanna puff ya dro
They wanna eat ya cake
They wanna fuck ya hoe
Shit, that’s what my cousin was on
I’ma keep on reppin’ till they bringin’ my brother home
Shoutout to Pootie Tang
Ain’t no talkin’, just do it, mane
We ain’t running we walking and you know life is a movie, mane
Better gimme my credit up in them credits
Nah, fuck it, just forget it bitch, I gotta let it go
Yo

My plane landed, Orlando-Sanford, 12:45
I texted Gabi, two hours later, I’m outside
Some bitch was sitting, screaming, crying on the curb
She missed her flight ‘cause the bottles in her bag were the wrong size
Gabi pulled up and I hopped in the whip, riding
Happy that I’d see my brother in no time since
The last time that he was home and shit was total silence
Saw the signs that I had almost lost my mind to violence
Took some time to find it, then I decided to fly down south and start the year off vibing
In the same place I planned to start a new life in
But I had never planned I’d almost have to watch our lives end
Ten minutes driving down 417
Gabi hit debris left on the bridge, we swerved left then
Right into the barrier, my broken thumb’s a blessing
Knowing that this gravestone could have been mine is my lesson