The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Turn me up uh-huh.

yeah.

He came back

In the same suit that he was buried in Similar to the one his grand father was married in Yes… he was still fresh to death

bling, two ear-rings, a chain laying on his chest

He still had it cuz they couldn’t find it And the bullets from his enemies sat like two inches behind it smelled the Hennesy from when his niggas got reminded

and poured out liquor in his memory, he didn’t mind it, But…

He couldn’t sip it fast enough

So the liquor was just filling the casket up floating down by his feet was the letter from his sister

Second Grade hand-writing simply read «I miss ya»

Suit jacket pocket held his baby daughter’s picture

Right next to it one of his man’s stuck a swisher

He had a notion as he laid there soaking

Saw that the latch was broken, he kicked his casket open

and he…

This life goes passing you by It might go fast if you lie

You go and you live then you die…

O-oh-oh-ohh

If life goes passing you by Don’t cry

If you breaking the rules

Making your moves

Paying your dues…

Chasing the cool

Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface

Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earth with

He used his mouth as a shovel to try and hollow it and when he couldn’t dirt spit… swollowed it Working like a.

hmm.

reverse archaeologist

Except.

his buried treasure was sunshine

So when some shined through a hole that he had drove

it reflected off the gold and almost made son blind

He grabbed on to some grass, he climbed

Pulled himself up out of his own grave and looked at the time

On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots

That had got him in the box wringing Henny out his socks

Figured it was hours because he wasn’t older

Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulders — so.

With a right hand that was all bones and no reason to stay

Decided to walk home

so he.

He begged for some change to get him on a train

«Damn that nigga stank», is what they complained

Tried to light the blunt but it burst into flames

Caught the reflection in the window of what he became

A long look… Wasn’t shook, wasn’t ashamed

Matter fact only thing on his brain was brains.

yeah

And getting back in his lane, doing his thang

First he had to find something to slang

Next stop was his block

It had the same cops

Walked right past the same spot where he was shot

Shocked that some lil’niggas tried to sell him rocks

It just felt weird being on the opposite

They figured that he wasn’t from there

so they pulled out and robbed him

with the same gun they shot him with

Put it to his head and said «You scared ain’t ya?»

He said: «Hustler for death.

No heaven for a gangsta.»