Death on the Cona

by Charles Moore

I feel Death on the Cona, Hugging up the Block, Running with da Gangstaz, Squeezing Choppa nonstop. Oh Lord, show me a better way, I pray for brighter days,

Fo’ I’m locked in a cage or laying in Grave. All night I couldn’t sleep

I tossed and turned, Candle sticks in dark, Visions of Bodies being burned. Sitting in my Low Low, Puffin sticks of sherm, Thoughts of suicide, Got my Family concerned.

Only lord knows the Depth of pain I felt, When my brother was murdered, How many nights I wept. Needed someone talk to, couldn’t get help,

Like part of me had died, Felt I had nothing left. He taught me how to survive living on these streets, Showed his brother how ride, when time beef. Navigate these muddy watas, Steal and Blood runs deep, You can lead Lamb slaughter. But meat ya keep. I feel Death on da Cona, Hugging up the Block, Running with the Gangstaz, Squeezing Choppa nonstop. Oh lord, show me a better way, I pray for brighter days,

For I’m locked in cage or laying in Grave.