Rigamortis by Peyton Hezekiah

[Intro]

[Intro Verse]
My grampa bouta pass away bouta breathe his last breath
The fluid f- him up so fast he had no time to digest
Ingestion's of air no long we mourn no more we play games no more
I thought he gonna pull up to cvile and open the garden door

[Verse 1]
He slowly becoming no more, i see the slaughter
Of the family stress its giving to his wife and to his daughter
And all i could do is stand there pick my sis up and tell dad “got her”
While i stay miles away so i cant say goodbye to him like my uh
Get away carter im way to busy talking my uh
About Wondering in the funeral if ima cry hard or just sit
Processing, never adressing what happens
The rain crying for me
Im too numb i cant feel nothin everybody pray for me
They praying to the god that was with adam and eve
The sin crawling on my back it said “baby do it for the ease”
It ease my pain the pressure my depression and my sui- uh
The way i feel like when i shed no tear at the funeral giving west side
Well i sigh, its another point-win for the world
They took something from me then makes my mental health give concern
They think they can kill 2 birds with one stone
I wonder they did or will they ever, i guess we’ll never know

[Verse 2]
Yeah homie im smiling im childish, while my grampa feels numb
Dont mess him up, hes not like me, he dont wanna feel somethn
He ant wanting to eat his 밥 그리고 떡 만둣국
He says it tastes nothing upset like who’s the cook
He says this while im cooking on the pitch
Going all agressive, taking chances cause i an’t no -
How am i doing these things, without being off guard
That my grampa is on his death bed, soon to no longer feel his scars
Before he dies i wanna ask him, "can i reap what you sow?"
But im 700 miles away from him, i guess we’ll never kn-

[Verse 3]
Yeah homie we where born way too sensitive never knew what was rap
Yet we knew the swear words and the f-bombs and all that crap
Crap cars, we never knew what that was
But now we always discuss that crap on our crap car, who are we to judge?
Judgin by my looks, do you like the fade?
Either way, it wont stop the protests or the gaza raids
The world is in chaos, for the rich and the wack
And you tell me you got laid man like bro - that
Look at the world that you see,
look what the damage has been done
So you could clean it with me, before you become my grandpa’s son
Not the numb kind, yeah the other side
But it dont change nothing, the cause the other one is dying. While im standing here the one in the fam not crying
I ant even judging, but when he hits rigamorits i’ll be like him, not even budging.
Pray for him

• Hip-Hop/Rap
• RnB
• Underground
• Virginia
• hiphop
• rap
• Fairfax