Black Rain
Lil Boosie (Boosie Bad Azz) Lyrics

Yeah the Graveyard back, yeah
The Graveyard crew is back

Black Rain
Referring to the hard times and struggles

Jail house pack
The jail is overcrowded

Graveyard crowded
The crew is growing and facing challenges

They just gave my cousin Bronson A dime piece All of a sudden muthaf***as they don blind me
His cousin got a long prison sentence, making him blind to hope

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
Thinking about old friends and enemies, while reflecting on their mistakes

I got a head with no screws Boosie you'on listen I'm on a mission tryna get my f***ing blood out prison Black rain in Angola where the thugs roll Too many members gone that I know Hoochie, Moo, and Lil Joe
With all his struggles, he's still trying to get out of prison and fight for his freedom, and laments the loss of members of his crew who are now gone

I just did a nickel Around my way we don't play boy Extension and AR's Ivy and my f***ing 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
He's been in jail for five years and is tired of these problems, and he's not taking shit from anyone

They want stripes no money Doing life no numbers Hunnid bodies in two months What we call cold summers , bitch
People want recognition regardless of the consequences, and the high death rate has become the norm

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)
He's seen the struggles and pain of people but knows he's a fighter and has dedicated himself to his crew; everyone is either chasing or being chased to survive, and the situation is like the game 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
Everyone is killing to survive; they're constantly on guard and ready to defend themselves; the police is killing Black people regularly; he's always carrying a gun to stay safe

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 fourteen
Reflecting on the tragedy of young lives being lost to random acts of violence; if he knew this would happen, he may have made different choices in life

Agents gave BG lil doogy fourteen I just lost my nigga pimp to the codeine
His friends BG and Pimp died from drug-related issues

Graveyard pack Jail house crowded Black rain, black rain Jail house pack Graveyard crowded Black rain, black rain Jail house pack, nigga Graveyard crowded Black rain, black rain Jail house pack, nigga Graveyard crowded Black rain, black rain
The chorus represents the repeated feelings of hopelessness and tragedy