Ryan pump blast shattered glass in the classroom   Penny tried to hide in a bathroom   Homicide scream from the hand held dragon   Mental flame from the barrel claim twenty five angel, mercy      Long as the black board, splatter with his inside   Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard   Billy didn't shake, Lord, he fell silent   Died in the pantomime of cold violence      His killer didn't even blink, he couldn't think   Even when he heard the sirens kept firin'   Pupils dilated, possessed and perspirin'   He grew up admirin', thirty auts and calicos   AR-Fifteen and long barreled forty four's      So on the story goes   He went out in a blaze of glory   He went out in a front page story   He went out in a front page story      My soul can't rest today   I can't bring myself to pray   I get down on my knees   'Cause you will always be six feet under me      My soul can't rest today   And I can't bring myself to pray   I get down on my knees   'Cause you will always be six feet under me      Frank, I'm sorry you didn't get to see   Your cell phone tape, hear yourself   But to the motherfucka's who took   Frank Williams aka Fast Black, fuck you      Dear God, I've messed up again, I'm sassed up again   Vodka spillin' out my mouth onto my chin   I've slipped into the darkness of the heartless   Those barbarians carry savage weapons and they start shit      They hearts is cold as the arctic, these men motivate mobs to lynch   These monsters are men who I hang with   These monsters of then are who I bang with   Who I bang with, Crips, Bloods, BG, VL      We have created our own road to hell   We train to kill and not to feel, reactin' with a mac   But no matter who I kill I can't bring my nigga back   My niggaz dead and I can't get my fuckin' head around it      We was just smokin' blunts of the best chronic   And now I'm wearin' a t-shirt with his picture on it   Staggerin' about to vomit, consumed with vengeance   With my vengeance I am all consumed      By mid afternoon smokin' blunts in my room   To whom ever this letter may concern   When bullets strike they burn more   Than the flesh of the ones hit      You took my nigga, my heart split, it's broken   Shattered in a million pieces, help me Jesus   Help me Jesus, just help me, Jesus, thug niggaz killers   They victims was screamin', help me Jesus      My soul can't rest today   I can't bring myself to pray   I get down on my knees   'Cause you will always be six feet under me      My soul can't rest today   And I can't bring myself to pray   I get down on my knees   'Cause you will always be six feet under me