Boscotti Ashes

My heart been troubled since they laid my auntie in Virginia

Dressing for a casket hurt my mama, I remember

Ketchup, chicken dinners, bread and cheese in the microwave

Sneaking uncle's closet, find the playboy, then I rip the page

My mother grabbed a switch and pleed the leaves when we misbehaved

My sister early morning whipping chicken with the grits and eggs

My nephew with a pocket rocket, riding on a bike with pegs

These bullets, cut your suit and set you straight

We ain't playing spades

Every time I ash I lift a soul in the sky