Black Rain
Boosie Lyrics

Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah Black Rain
The mixtape is the return of the Graveyard and it's bringing the reality of tough times with it.

Jail house crowded Black rain, black rain
The jails are full to the limit and all the prisoners want is to live a life outside, under the black rain.

They just gave my cousin Bronson A dime piece All of a sudden muthafuckas they don blind me Wish I can walk around the corner and find Bleek Scoop Fin in my Charger with his nine beam Remind Sneed that coke ain't what you need homie Rest in peace to all y'all pussies that was hating on me I got a head with no screws Boosie you'on listen I'm on a mission tryna get my fucking blood out prison Black rain in Angola where the thugs roll Too many members gone that I know Hoochie, Moo, and Lil Joe I just did a nickel Around my way we don't play boy Extension and AR's Ivy and my fucking daddy They in the same graveyard On god I go hard it ain't no pulling my card Just looking at me wrong Bitch, you pushing a bar They want stripes no money Doing life no numbers Hunnid bodies in two months What we call cold summers , bitch
The song's lyrics delve into Boosie's personal life and those of his friends and family, as well as the issues plaguing his community. He talks about how he wants to get his 'blood out prison' and the people he's lost over the years, buried in the same graveyard as his dad, Ivy. He also references how people harden themselves to gain respect, no matter the cost, leading to senseless murders and senseless time in jail.

The rain that I see The people I meet I know black rain I've shed blood for yah Check out my tat mane 'my nigga name' The people chase us 'cause we caking (It's like PAC-man) Everybody killing no choice Go buss ya ass man We get it in my friend Young live niggas This is for my body baggers Them shy niggas Shit, I'm riding around with my pistol These niggas crazy Police killing muthafukas daily I got it if off of safety Lil boy just died in a homicide He was a by-stander Not that dude, he was cool We die random Too many gone that I grew up with Prolly would've changed my life if I knew that shit (man) Blood stains, white sheets Another smoked teen Shot him down like he was grown He was 14 Agents gave BG lil doogy 14 I just lost my nigga pimp to the codeine
The song continues with a reflection on Boosie's past experiences and the violence he's seen, heard of, and experienced. He laments the deaths of innocents, especially children. He also talks about the constant fear prominent in his neighborhood due to the police and other young men.

Graveyard pack Jail house crowded Black rain, black rain
The chorus is repeated, emphasizing the constant cycle of people going in and out of jail, suffering through the dangerous environment of the Graveyard, and facing the black rain, i.e., the tough times of their lives with hope for something better.

Jail house pack Graveyard crowded Black rain, black rain
The chorus is repeated, emphasizing the constant cycle of people going in and out of jail, suffering through the dangerous environment of the Graveyard, and facing the black rain, i.e., the tough times of their lives with hope for something better.

Jail house pack, nigga Graveyard crowded Black rain, black rain
The chorus is repeated with few variations, emphasizing the constant cycle of people going in and out of jail, suffering through the dangerous environment of the Graveyard, and facing the black rain, i.e., the tough times of their lives with hope for something better.

Jail house pack, nigga Graveyard crowded Black rain, black rain
The chorus is repeated with few variations, emphasizing the constant cycle of people going in and out of jail, suffering through the dangerous environment of the Graveyard, and facing the black rain, i.e., the tough times of their lives with hope for something better.