Dead Pictures lyrics

[Verse 1: SPM]
It's after Midnight,
While I let this pen write,
In my cell it's just me and this dim light,
As my thoughts get spill on a notebook,
They shot my homie,
And I told his girl "Don't Look",
Cuz if she saw, what I saw,
It would of haunted her,
I heard the Paramedic's laughing with the Officer,
I guess they see it as just another dead body,
And I know it hurt when his daughter said
"Mommy, where's daddy I ain't seen him in a long time?"
How can mommy talk she can't even stop crying,
The punch line is "Tomorrow May Never Come",
That's where the cops get One Eight Seven from,
It means murder,
Not death by natural causes,
It means homie's clothes redder than Santa Clause's
In Hillwood many died facing obstacles,
I thank God it's not me in that pile of skulls,

[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]
Slugs around the block boys,
Thugging till they drop laws,
Putting G's on lock,
So we flush it when they knock,
Caught up in The System,
These haters play the Victim,
Wanna see us fall,
Like Dead Pictures on the wall

[Verse 2]
I saw the Reaper in my sleep,
So I might got a death wish
When Vultures come around,
I react so selfish,
If you ain't out of the hood,
You probably think that I'm crazy,
A lot niggas in jail,
Or they pushing up Daisies,
I'm True to myself,
This the way God made me,
Left my Momma to death,
Cuz she's the one that raised me,
So many motherfuckers dropping out this shit like flies,
Heard a friend of mine,
Just committed suicide,
Left his family behind,
Found him hanging from the ceiling,
Eyes wide open,
I just can't imagine the feeling,
So many funerals,
Here I am in all black,
Prices put up my head,
So I'm packing a strap,
When my life is on the line,
I bring them killas out,
I find your residence,
And bring the drama to your house,
Now all what's left is a memory of your existence,
Dead pictures on the wall,
Bloody Murder is my vision

[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]
Slugs around the block boys,
Thugging till they drop laws,
Putting G's on lock,
So we flush it when they knock,
Caught up in The System,
These haters play the Victim,
Wanna see us fall,
Like Dead Pictures on the wall

[Verse 3: SPM]
They found my homie Desperado in a garbage heap,
Wrapped up throat slit man the scars are deep,
That day it felt like the whole city was crying,
Lil D if you hear me nigga give me a sign,
That dude that had murdered you got twisted by Jason,
Had to tell you cuz I know that ya'll in different locations,
Have you seen Lil Lex?
The other day he was killed,
Niggas don't got no hustle had to take what he built,
I'm afraid to even open up today's Newspaper,
Cuz the Crow is taking souls like the old Shoemaker,
It's enough to make you blow up, throw up, or go nuts,
My people dying,
And I fucking love them so much,
My homie's brother got killed in a car chase,
Cops tried to pull him over back on Park Place,
He hauled ass but it ended when he crashed his Taurus,
And all he had was some motherfucking Traffic Warrants

[Chorus: Carolyn Rodriguez]
Slugs around the block boys,
Thugging till they drop laws,
Putting G's on lock,
So we flush it when they knock,
Caught up in The System,
These haters play the Victim,
Wanna see us fall,
Like Dead Pictures on the wall