Eulogy [Russian translation]

When I raise my flashing sword, and my hand takes hold on judgement

I will take vengeance upon mine enemies, and I will repay those who haze me

Oh, Lord, raise me to Thy right hand and count me among Thy saints

Now while they talk about fiction I'ma spit real rap

Irrefutable try to dispute my facts

My mom's got cancer and my pop's smoke crack

So imagine of the ment in mind spawned out of that

Born out of that

I was forced with a decision

Either I'm gon' starve or it's going to prison

But I was going to November early September

Na six handcuffed on a crook-bench

Nigga I'm sick only fourteen years

But thats the last time I let a nigga see tears

Nobody gave me nothing no father figure

Raised by my older cousins

Help me serve niggas they help me burn niggas

They gave me the hammers

They contributed to the death toll in the Bamas

Down-town Brooklyn, I'ma stop under all that

Too much information to make me my own rat

But I'm talking 'bout facts they lying in their raps

The reason they ain't buying them, is dying because of that

These niggas is trying and I ain't trying to go back

Locked in a cage with the roaches and the rats

Security is max and majority is black

So is the president but niggas is still trapped

Time stop Clinton, San Quentin, and Castaic

Niggas is still trapped because niggas is cash-strapped

Niggas seeing dollars deflating the Nasdaq

So irrational decisions go get him an ass crack

Full of that time, isolated and confined

Where the only reprieve is the preservation of mind

With no hesitation, I'm one of the elite

That's gon' play the judge and jury in the street

I'ma wave the heat I solemnly swear

Before I let them give me a hundred and twenty years

A hundred and twenty years? imagine that there

My niggas starve blue trial and that's what he got to wear

Hey now, he got a head, screaming and howling and tortured souls

That want to leave confinement

All they hear is violence all over the violins

Even though the soundtrack to his murder is silence

Niggas spitting nonsense that's making me nauseous

He spit I'm sick nigga I vomit

Filling him with a bomb that firing like a comet

Nigga you could die for a quote or a comment

Nigga I'm a Spartan die for involvement

Anybody associated could get harmed then

Messenger deliver the message he lose an arm then

Throw him like Saddam track him down like a Garmin

Hunt him like a dear I'm a lion and I'm starving

King of the concrete jungle my apartment

Complex, niggas wearing armour like a bomb-threat

Like they preparing for a war they ain't start yet

On my projects on my hood!

On my momma I wish a nigga would

Run up on that big homie like I'm Suge

And I promise that that boy left won't look good

Shit ain't looking good when niggas is gone wood

Thinking because they sold records the thinking they still could

I'ma behead these niggas, code-red these niggas

Anybody with a title I'ma dead these niggas

I'ma bury these niggas, I'm death get used to me

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(the eulogy)