It's raining in New York, so we thought we'd put up this somber poem from One Man Band Man next. Also, it's next in sequence on the album. Have a good weekend, sleep in, we'll post some Swizzetry on Monday.

Lay it down, lay it down
You know you gonna have a funeral one day
True story
You ready
Story’s like this

The Funeral
Now want some piece of the action
F- relaxing I aint been to a funeral since Jackson’s
Known sh--
I aint going to my own sh--
Trying to figure what the f--- they calling me for
It’s death detour
Kinda funny
Could it be my mom trying to kill me for insurance money
(Whoa, Whoa)
(Hold up)
Let me clear it up
I aint saying my mother I’ll kill me for insurance for insurance money
But that’s the story
Anyway…
That chick years ago
killed her parents and got rich
set their house on fire
Then watch ‘em lench
Ever since
it’s been nothing but black clouds and black cats
And every night I see a old man with black slacks
A ex-priest had raped his niece
But who cared
For 15 years I ran down the stairs he disappears
But I often smell the coffin before I hop in it…
(Deaths calling) ain’t no stoppin’ it
Maybe death is coming
Cause they did things different
Like killed you in the crib right in front of your infants
Right next to the crib with the blood on the bib
Energized like a generator
Throw you down the incinerator
I’m no imitator
I’m straight Bellevue
My block got a hole in it
What I feel through
But I must tell you
Ain’t sh-- that they can’t do to me
That hasn’t been done
Under the dirt or under the gun
I’m not gonna run
So pull ya 4’4’s out ya holsters
Cock back one time and call Ghostbusters
I know hustlers
That’s been killed for spilt milk
Look always dressed in silk
I thought he was built
Till his brain spilt
Should had seen how his head tilt
Poor papi
I wonder how he feel up in the autopsy
Probably looking like a fossil
Up in heaven singing gospel
While I’m in hell with bees wearing rosary beads
Those his keys
Should been gave ‘em to me
So I can flip ‘em into 3
Bail straight out of hell
And move to Fort Lauderdale
Lauderdale can’t tell if you’re dead or alive
I seen many shot and stabbed
And some survive
The Funeral…

Man the funeral
(Its crazy out there!)
Its Crazy out there man
Everybody gonna have a funeral one day
(Straight cold)
A lot of crazzzy people
There people out there they don’t care about your families
They don’t care about they self
I’m just bringing (uhh).. to you
We got priest-raping woman
(Real Story)
We got people killing they own fucking family

The Funeral
Now want a piece of the action
F- relaxing
I ain’t been to a funeral since Jackson (Jackson)
Known sh--
I aint going to my own sh--
When I say I aint going to my own sh--
I mean uhh
I aint going to attend my own funeral
So what you think I’m going to be sitting front row
So I don’t know how ya’ll want me to do
Know what I’m saying
(Rock)
ITS CRAZZZY
Yeah….
Yeah..