Six Feet Deep
The geto boys Lyrics

There's far too many of you dying
The number of people dying is alarming

June, 28 was the date 38
On June 28, 38 people lost their lives

Till the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake
A mother is crying until her chest heaves at the funeral, filled with grief

And everybody's dressed up in black suits
People are attending the funeral dressed in mourning attire

Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop
People are going to show respect to the deceased

Why'd he have to die is the question that we're under
People are questioning why the deceased had to die

But everyone knows that everyday's a different number
Every day has a different number of deaths

So when your time comes, just remember G
When someone's time to go comes, they should remember the good times

You'll always have a place in this world as a memory
The deceased will always be remembered as a memory

Especially my boys who passed away back in '92
The artist remembers their friends who passed away in 1992

Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
Everyone in the hood still loves and remembers the deceased

Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
People always think of their deceased friends, wherever they may be

Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
Thinking of the good times spent with deceased friends clubbing

Never missin' out on a hood fight
Always being present for fights that occurred in the neighborhood

'Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good fight
There used to be fights in the neighborhood every day, but everyone got involved for the fun of it

Everything is changed and people are lookin' lonely
Everything has changed, and people are feeling lonely

It's gonna be strange spendin' New Year's eve without your homie
Spending New Year's eve without a deceased friend will feel strange

But ain't much that we can do
We can't do anything to bring back the deceased

Except pour brew throughout the crew
Drink with everyone and remember the friend who passed away

To make sure we all remember you
Drinking together is a way to make sure everyone remembers the deceased

And believe me it hurts
The death of someone close hurts deeply

To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt, dirt
Seeing a close friend, whom you shared meals with, being buried six feet deep in the ground, is painful

Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise
It's not surprising that another friend got killed

Everybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too young to die
Everyone is upset because the boy died too young

A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
Watching a friend take their last breath is a sad sight

Everybody's trippin' 'cause they can't accept my homie's death
Everyone is upset and unable to accept the death of a friend

Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
There was another killing reported on the evening news

Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair a shoes
Someone's brother was killed over a pair of shoes

In the midst of all this shit I think about myself
The artist is focused on their own situation amidst all the chaos

Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf
The singer is wondering when they will become the next target

But I refuse to be another violent casualty
The singer refuses to be another victim of violence

So when I'm rollin', I pack my pistol grip beside my knee
The artist carries a gun for protection while out in the streets

'Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win
It's hard to stay safe on city streets these days

When the people you think are your friends
When the people who are supposed to be your friends turn out to be enemies

Really ain't your friends, uh and bush wick can't sleep
The singer can't sleep, knowing that those whom he thought were friends are not

When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep
Everyone around the artist keeps dying

The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows
The pain felt inside grows deeper and more intense for everyone

As they approach to see the body before the casket close
People feel emotional as they approach to see the body one last time before it's buried

The person standin' next to me has snapped the flip
The singer's neighbor has lost their composure and is crying uncontrollably

Once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it
Seeing the casket being closed made the artist realize that the deceased is gone forever

The whole entire family spoke on his defense
The deceased's family spoke highly of him at the funeral

The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
The choir sang songs that remind people of the deceased and their memories

And durin' all the singing I broke down myself
The singer broke down crying, realizing the impact of the loss

When I looked and seen the family that my partner left
Seeing the family of the deceased made the artist think about the loved ones the deceased left behind

And then the choir broke into it's final song
The choir sang the final song of the funeral

Thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come
The artist is thinking that things will only get worse

Everyone was headed for the final flight
Everyone was heading towards the burial site, their last destination

As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight
Slowly moving along the gravel road to the burial site

The director said his words and there was not a sound
The funeral director spoke, but nobody said a word

As they lower my little partner [Incomprehensible] inside the ground
As they lower the small coffin of the deceased into the ground

Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
Everyone placed their flowers on top of the coffin

And then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep
The workers pour concrete on top of the cemetery plot, signifying the finality of the death

A lotta homies die, a lotta mothers cry
Many friends and people's mothers mourn every death

I watch tears fall down from their eyes
The singer observes the tears falling from people's eyes

Everybody wants to go to Heaven
Everyone wants to go to Heaven after they die

But nobody wants to take the chance
No one is willing to take the risk of dying

They chose the music so they had to dance
People chose to live a certain way, and now they must face the consequences of their choices

Couldn't tell 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it
The artist's friend was determined to live their life as a player, regardless of the risks

Got caught up in the game now ma boy's in the casket
The singer's friend got too involved in living the game and paid the ultimate price

And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame
People are looking for someone to blame for the tragedy

Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang
The singer's friend was too ashamed to tell his mother that he joined a gang

We used to kick it on the Ave at night
The singer and their friend used to hang out on the Avenue at night

Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life
They aspired to have the better things in life

But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home
The artist's friend is gone, and they wish he was at home safe

I wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone
The artist wishes his friend had not fallen into the traps of the game

So when I drink a brew for you, I pour some on the block, son
When drinking in memory of his friend, the singer pours some out for him on the block

You might be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten
The singer still remembers his friend, even though he is gone

So on remember whenever or wherever
People should always remember their deceased friends, wherever they may be

Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that
Real partners stick together, whether they are alive or dead