This is the tale about Michael, grew up to be nobody from the dirty streets of Columbia, South Carolina. This is the tale told by Savage Bros, Lord Lhus; things might not always work out like you think they will and this is a true story. Peep the words.
[Verse 1]
What up peace? I’m on a one-way street keeping it street It seems like everybody’s focused on me, paranoid see You with the family? Man, no doubt There is no reason for the words that just came out my mouth Anyway, there’s a game I gotta play and it’s a race Us against who? Hold on, I’m at your place for a safe Less than two minutes, no trace for the cause that I make Hit the brakes, hop out the whip to the spot where you weigh it straight All I know is it could be 5-0 A lot of dough is getting thrown at a show Can’t overlook it no more Gotta get off my ass and fast Pass the gas, good ass shit in the bag, twist it and wrapped in ? The details explained by a man named Miguel Hit the females, gunslinger known for the key sales In for retail, left a couple charlatan D’s pale for foul servicing Street drunk traffic and malnourished it
[Interlude]
Yeah, you can get the cash and the fame on the block. The bitches, all that but all that shit comes at a price. And sooner or later if you do dirt you gonna pay that price yo. Word up.
[Verse 2]
Yo knowledge you hear about that cat Michael from up the block? Nah, what happened? He got popped with a rifle by local cops Hold up ox. That’s the same cat that asked about the race Yeah, he fucked up, went and got captured by shitty jakes Struck me as a snake, I seen him punch his mama in the face Fuck catching a case, I would’ve thrown his carcass in a lake Marched into his place, yo Lhus, why didn’t you bury him son? I wanted to but I knew duke liked to carry a gun Back on subject, son was wilding, staying up with some beef Some cats ran up in his spot, started dumping the heat So did they kill him? No he lived but shot Steve, Sally, and Jason Word? His wife and kids? Yeah, got him set on retaliation Started freebasing, got lifted, then turned homicidal Grabbed his rifle, started rehearsing verses from out the Bible Ran outside, started bucking, hit some kid on a bike The law caught up with him, the judge threw him in prison for life Legal suicide
[Interlude]
I heard they gave him two life sentences, shit is crazy man but I guess some cats can’t take the pain. You gotta play with the cards dealt. Looks like Michael got a fucked up hand.
[Verse 3]
Boom boom boom, six o’clock on the dot, still no light Something don’t feel right, he’s gonna start a fight So he can go to the hole, he can’t take it no more He’s lost control, penitentiaries blackened the soul He was beefing with the Aryans They said he couldn’t wear the skin of a white man Chilling with black barbarians But that’s how it was in the area he came up He trusted no human being, ? Throughout the struggle and strife he hustled up a pipe Filed it down sharp so it would function as a knife Wore his shirt loose so he could stuff it in his side To puncture a windpipe, he never been nice He stabbed a man in the heart to see the pain he felt And then he had plans to go and hang himself But before he tied the sheet to the top of the bed He was stabbed six times in the stomach and once in the neck A poetic death