Lyrics Six Feet Deep - Geto Boys
There's
far
too
many
of
you
dying
June,
28
was
the
date
38
'Til
the
chest
plate
mommy
dear's
cryin'
at
the
wake
And
everybody's
dressed
up
in
black
suits
Goin'
to
pay
their
last
respects
to
the
black
troop
Why'd
he
have
to
die?
Is
the
question
that
we're
under
But
everyone
knows
that
every
day's
a
different
number
So
when
your
time
comes,
just
remember
G
You'll
always
have
a
place
in
this
world
as
a
memory
Especially
my
boys
who
passed
away
back
in
'92
Best
believe
that
all
the
boys
in
the
hoods
got
love
for
you
Wherever
we
go,
wherever
we
be,
we
be
thinkin'
Of
how
we
hung
in
the
clubs
smokin'
and
drinkin'
Never
missin'
out
on
a
hood
fight
'Cause
everyday
back
in
the
hood
we
had
a
good
fight
Everything
is
changed
and
people
are
lookin'
lonely
It's
gon'
be
strange
spendin'
New
Year's
Eve
without
your
homie
But
ain't
much
that
we
can
do
Except
pour
brew
throughout
the
crew
To
make
sure
we
all
remember
you
And
believe
me
it
hurts
To
see
the
boy
you
broke
bread
with
six
feet
in
the
dirt,
dirt
There's
far
too
many
of
you
dying
There's
far
too
many
of
you
dying
Another
homie
got
smoked
but
it's
no
surprise
Everybody's
trippin'
'cause
the
boy
was
too
young
to
die
A
sad
sight
to
see
my
homie
take
his
last
breath
Everybody's
trippin'
'cause
they
can't
accept
my
homie's
death
Another
killin'
was
reported
on
the
evenin'
news
Somebody's
brother
got
killed
behind
a
pair
of
shoes
In
the
midst
of
all
this
shit
I
think
about
myself
Wonderin'
when
somebody's
gonna
try
to
take
me
off
the
shelf
But
I
refuse
to
be
another
violent
casualty
So
when
I'm
rollin',
I
pack
my
pistol
grip
beside
my
knee
'Cause
on
the
city
streets
today
a
brother
jus'
can't
win
When
the
people
you
think
are
your
friends
Really
ain't
your
friends,
uh
and
Bush
Wick
can't
sleep
When
everybody
around
me
keeps
fallin'
six
feet
deep
There's
far
too
many
of
you
dying
There's
far
too
many
of
you
dying
The
pain
that's
deep
inside
of
everybody
grows
As
they
approach
to
see
the
body
before
the
casket
close
The
person
standin'
next
to
me
has
snapped
the
flip
Once
I
seen
the
casket
closed
I
knew
that
that
was
it
The
whole
entire
family
spoke
on
his
defense
The
choir
sung
the
songs
that
make
us
reminisce
And
durin'
all
the
singing
I
broke
down
myself
When
I
looked
and
seen
the
family
that
my
partner
left
And
then
the
choir
broke
into
its
final
song
Thinkin'
to
myself
the
worst
is
yet
to
come
Everyone
was
headed
for
the
final
flight
As
we
creeped
along
the
gravel
on
the
burial
sight
The
director
said
his
words
and
there
was
not
a
sound
As
they
lower
my
little
partner
inside
the
ground
Everybody
dropped
their
flowers
on
the
coffin
top
And
then
they
work
alone
with
the
concrete
block
and
that's
deep
There's
far
too
many
of
you
dying
There's
far
too
many
of
you
dying
A
lotta
homies
die,
a
lotta
mothers
cry
I
watch
tears
fall
down
from
their
eyes
Everybody
wants
to
go
to
Heaven
But
nobody
wants
to
take
the
chance
They
chose
the
music
so
they
had
to
dance
Couldn't
tell
'em
nothin'
was
a
player,
had
ta
have
it
Got
caught
up
in
the
game
now
ma
boy's
in
the
casket
And
everybody's
lookin'
for
somebody
else
to
blame
Ashamed
to
let
his
mother
know
that
he
was
in
a
gang
We
used
to
kick
it
on
the
Ave
at
night
Comin'
up
tryin'
to
have
the
finer
things
in
life
But
now
my
boys
gone,
I
wish
he
was
at
home
I
wish
he
wouldn't
a
never
fell
victim
to
the
clone
So
when
I
drink
a
brew
for
you,
I
pour
some
on
the
block,
son
You
might
be
gone,
but
you
damn
sure
ain't
forgotten
So
on,
remember
whenever
or
wherever
Dead
or
alive
real
partners
come
together,
and
you
know
that
There's
far
too
many
of
you
dying
There's
far
too
many
of
you
dying
Album
Till Death Do Us Part
1 Intro
2 G.E.T.O.
3 It Ain't
4 Crooked Officer
5 No Nuts No Glory
6 Six Feet Deep
7 Murder Avenue
8 Raise Up
9 Murder After Midnight
10 Straight Gangstaism
11 Cereal Killer
12 This Dick's For You
13 Street Life
14 Bring It On
15 Outro
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