Graveyard Stories
 

Telling graveyard stories my life takes guts and glory/
don´t pour me nothing in a cup just gimme all them forties.
I´ll drink them to the end though or while throwing up/
so I can forget the reasons why I´m not going up.
I´m making justice, theirs none in the justice system/
CLICK-CLICK the answer to prove I'm a good christian.
My graveyard story, born in one, six feet inside a casket/
vasted number of sins, this life I didn't ask it.
May not sound reliable I´m the 13th decible/
on a mission from God, always carry a Gun and a Bible.
Don´t have no doubts when I´m about to shoot some bullets out/
til my enemies turn to victims as soon as the blood spouts.
Doesn´t occur when I gota 45 pointed at his cranium/
my set anticapate my next move like fans at a stadium.
I feel so bad I´ll actually attend your funeral/
hope when I die things between us are now mutual.
I´ll pray and after the Amen, I´m ready again to start aiming/
at my enemie´s, no matter what happens things just aren´t changing.
I´m going to the graveyards to greet my relatives and friends/
tell Graveyard stories but the graveyard is where the story ends.

..Not really impressed..you were going nowhere with your topic..you can only get better..