Throne of Shit

      “Cemetery plots get more expensive, because of the cost of living
But bullet blessings is what some fools are still giving,
      “The foolish are always dying to leave here quick-fast
Now mama is crying while they are shoveling dirt on that ass,

      “Unable to comprehend the final exile like Niger did France
Now life is no more as they fully embrace death’s eternal romance,  
      “Eyes formally wide open that has been forced to close
As breath will nevermore flow through mouth or nose,

      “We are all born in the living graveyard of the womb
Given limited time before we meet our appointed doom,
      “Before our first breath or seeing the light of the sun
Because at every moment, in our ear death continue to hum,

      “That dark lullaby which makes our loved ones cry
Becoming funeral home prime ministers when we die,
      “Picking flowers with vibrant colors so bright
Things we will never see, because we have faded into the eternal night,

      “Just another room and board motherfucka that will be laid down
Receiving that one room basement apartment in the ground,
      “But who gonna remember this moment 300 years from now
It may become grazing land for some farmer’s shittin-ass cow,

      “The gravedigger’s only feeling is the heat on a Saturday
But that check will be looking good when he cash it on a Wednesday,
      “For over twenty years he have not been to church
Because God tragically made his heart hurt,

      “His hurt and pain may not be the same as losing a loved one
But he has mastered his pain while those freshly hurt only has begun,
      “To digest a cold dish while being teased with an oven in the face
Overall, we all will be covered in an embarrassing disgrace,

      “Discovered by a stranger, family member or friend
The final memory of us all in the end,
     "Washed away when our dead body receive that rinse
Because a throne of shit is where we will finally sit”.