[Intro]

A poem for my fallen comrade

A poem for a fellow MC

For the organism so named Colean

A victim of my scimitar

Another unfortunate crippled star...

[Verse 1]

He longed for the recognition and fame that showered upon his contemporaries

He never worried about the possibility of obscurity

So nervously he worried

We pondered that his insecurities hurried his demise

The cries of the Aryan devil, blaring in treble

Colean ingested codeine in the wake of his racing victories

Taking 18 Xanax and blazing the J with peeps

He lived life as if tomorrow never was spawned

But lost contact with his soul upon the end of the dawn

Some called him incompetent, or a moronic peon

But he stayed somewhat prominent if not dominant

He always looked out for his ragtag team of sprinting vagabond trespassers

Even if he took the form of a plastic actor with the facade of the baddest rapper

Gastric acid manufactured because of psychoactive tablets plastered and attached to his

Abdomen

He happily lived his days in a manner similar to this

Until he stupidly decided to kick me a diss

Desecrating what the Scatterbrain had imbued with knowledge

Now the God wailed on Olympus for your local omnipotent to inhibit his mission

And summon all neurosyphilis-afflicted triple sixers to dime and nickel this stripling

Until he faded from existence...

[Hook]

So bow your heads for the child on ecstasy lying next to me

And don’t end up like him

So bow your heads for the child on ecstasy lying next to me

And don’t end up like him

[Verse 2]

I remember his joyous mood

Born out of wedlock to a vocal booth

Wanted to own the moon

But became the groom to a tomb close to you

I jested in a callout

Added varnish to the paint

And harnessed the restraints to ensure I didn’t cross the line

But, God was I misdirected

Interjecting swift as ever, the young blonde spoke

And a disgusting, ignorance-encrusted, corrupted substance erupted from his tongue

And he needed a comeuppance

The youthful blasphemer wanted to curse the archbishop

So I threw him off the roof and he became our Bishop

[Hook]

So bow your heads for the child on ecstasy lying next to me

And don’t end up like him

So bow your heads for the child on ecstasy lying next to me

And don’t end up like him

So bow your heads for the child on ecstasy lying next to me

And don’t end up like him

So bow your heads for the child on ecstasy lying next to me

And don’t end up like him