Even The Genius Ask Questions.

Losing My Homies In A Hurry, They're Relocating To The Cemetery.

We Look At Death From The Selfish Side, Like: "that Guy Died. Oh, It's So Sad." Why Is It Sad? He's Away From All Of This Bad Stuff That's Here On Earth. I Mean, At The Worst, He's Just Somewhere Quiet, No Nothing. At Best, He's An Angel... Or He's A Spirit Somewhere. What Is So Bad About That?

Strength Is Overcome By Weakness/joy Is Overcome By Pain/the Night Is Overcome By Brightness/and Love-it Remains The Same.

Instead Of Of Being So Metaphorical With The Rhyme, I Was Encouraged To Go Straight At It And Hit It Dead On And Not Waste Time Trying To Cover Things.

Ain't A Woman Alive That Could Take My Mama's Place