6 Feet Deep

I swing the hammer by its pieces after that shit was broken

By a sister left forgotten name buried and never spoken

Its harder to lift when sturdy and easier when its broken

One brother the king of darkness the other is always jokin

That's the household the head of the pack covered in gold

What makes the god if none of they stories was ever told

Who do we fight for? and who do we dedicate all our blessings

We got just 1 life instead of keep learning we preaching lessons

We commit the crimes then after we cleanse via confessions

Then in our sites more predictable transgressions

History repeats itself but we don't read history

The stories changed to hide the truth why should it mean shit to me