This is a re-release of my song "My Funeral". If you look at it there's a difference between the old one and this one. If you read the first one still read this cuz there's more to the story. I had to enhance some parts and make them more realistic. Anyway enjoy. I rapped this over the "Hail Mary" beat.

My Funeral

Someone's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is teen sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael withers la da da da//
Someone's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is teen sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael Withers la da da da//

{Verse 1}
Today I was shot, on the block//
by a .45 glock//
Niggas who had beef with me came to make it stop//
it's fucked up ain't it, the way these niggas came in my place//
blastin through my fuckin doors pullin out the ace(guns)//
It was about five niggas dressed in all black//
some came from the front and some came from the back//
you could tell they were hired from the way the were packin//
and the clappin, was so unbelieveable that I started crackin//
the niggas had some dragon fire breathin in their eyes//
from the sight I could that tonight I was gonna die//
When my nerves jolted, I escaped from the upper window//
I saw feathers flyin so a bullet had to hit my pillow//
I was scared, I wouldn't dare, to go against those niggas//
bullets ricochetin from the way they were squezzin those triggas//
I was able to get down about two blocks//
then I heard the sound of a .45 glock//

{Hook}
Someone's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is teen sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael withers la da da da//
Someone's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is teen sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael Withers la da da da//

{Verse 2}
I heard a kid said, " HEY DUCK!" What the fuck?, I ran out of luck//
who ever knew this bullet would make my spirit rise up//
I hit the ground so hard it seemed as if I made it shake//
fallin like "The Matrix" causin an earth-quake//
I took the fact that it was the end of my life//
but I did not understand why it had to happen over strife//
(sirens wailing) When the paramedics I was put on the strecher//
(gunshots) the bullet puncutured my lung I wasn't gettin any better//
I was dazzy, gettin crazy but they had me strapped in//
I was thinkin, "No , no not another dead rapper story again"//
if you look at all the rappers who've died in the past//
most of them died from a fuckin gunblast//
My eyes were rollin back and my breath was slippin away//
in two days I'll be layin peacefully in my grave//
I wonder how'll they'll react, they left me in the dark//
usin those guns that always spark//
yo I'm dyin man//

{Hook}
Someone's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is teen sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael Withers la da da da//
Someone's bleeding//
the number of doves we need is teen sixteen//
As you can see now someone has died tonigh//
Michael Withers la da da da//

{Verse 3}
My funeral cost about fifty thousand//
tears droppin, people faintin, and strong emotions were poundin//
It reminded me of Aaliyah's death and man I couldn't take it//
when i heard the news I thought it was some fake shit//
but I knew it was my turn for me to go away//
I had a chane to look back at the better days//
when I had a pen and pad, just writtin hit records//
it was as ammusing as the Bible's story of the shepeard//
but my time was brutally put to a rest//
this time I was the one with a hole in the chest//
I guess, it was payback for all the things I've done//
now I'm with the heavenly birds, and God's Son//
it wasn't my fault runnin the streets of Philadelphia//
niggas would hurt you if they never heard of ya//
reputations were important to keep you alive//
cuz where I come from, you gotta be known to survive//
Beefin with thugs, Renegades and Soldiers//
I'm in those categories, known as the Cold Hearted Boulder//
enimies threatening, gangbangin and straining//
getting in rumbles just to stop all the blameing//
real niggas where tested that's where I come in//
if you werent rightous, I wouldnt see you again//
niggas were irraitated, from what I put them through//
if you didnt like me it would be fuck you too//
Da crew fucked up these niggas which resulted in hate//
they thought I was involved so it lead to my death date//
it's five o'clock now I'm being carried to my burial//
these are the events that lead to my funeral//

*Hook in background*

We are here today, to look back at the grateful memories of Michael Withers. God's begotten son are now together as one. Rest in peace Mike. Rest in peace Mike.We are here today, to look back at the grateful memories of Michael Withers. God's begotten son are now together as one. Rest in peace Mike. Rest in peace Mike.We are here today, to look back at the grateful memories of Michael Withers. God's begotten son are now together as one. Rest in peace Mike. Rest in peace Mike.


{Hook}
Someone's bleeding//
The number of doves we need is sixteen//
As you can see, Now someone has died tonight//
Michael Withers la da da da//

that was nice drop...sometimes it was simple vocab but i liked the flow an multies peace

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uppin

A Nice story to it..... wasn't realy feelin' the Hook but the content of the story was good... stayed on topic..... nice drop..

keep doing topicals..... and joiin the league

uppin

oh shit this nigga wrote about his funeral i don't think anyone has done that shit before anyways you brought heat to da mic i was really feelin it thun kna mean