Rest

Bury me in sweat pants, house shoes, and cut off sleeves so my tat can show,
A reminder of bondage but now set free,
I am headed home but don’t mourn for me.
If fact, I don’t need no church walls to contain this party,
I want kegs of beer and half-gallons of Bacardi.
Put the casket out back,
And let’s have a cookout.
Let my brother Kendo get on the wheels,
While the Saint’s pull the book out,
To check for my name.
I want Common and Tupac playin’
I want an MC to spit a ridiculous verse,
Before putting my casket in a Mercedes hearse.
Who would do the eulogy?
Don Magic Juan?
Nah, that ain’t me.
Just a moment of silence before they put me in the ground,
Just let my life speak.
I am now deceased.
So if you got something to say,
Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Faith, Hope, and Love,

CA