don’t save all ya nice words

for my last day on earth

don’t let the woman who gave birth

try to say the worth of me with three words.

shit is for the birds i'm here now,

i can hear AND see the words

niggas say shit that hurts

never put you first

till its ya day in the dirt

till he can’t play up ya skirt

cuz you’re so deep in the dirt

nobody can reach you anymore

the endless sleep with no snore

i couldn’t ask for more

than y’all don’t say nice things at my funeral

i don’t know half of you people,

came to the funeral, not a celebration

very see-through

weeping tears through eyes that could’ve

seen too,

the darkness that made me feel like i need you,

this idea that saying nice things makes it better

don’t really clear my weather now.

heads bowed as they sing my final song

speak on my name like an angel

i could never do wrong

even though while I’m here,

y’all treat me like i am the wrong.