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letra de when i die (20) - ogechi

“when i die (20)”

intro
self-reflection
i don’t do this often
maybe i should more

when i die
i have a couple requests
at this age at least
of you and of myself

verse 1
sure
have a casket
open if im a poppin cl-ssic
closed if the curtain closed in ashes

but don’t leave me that wooden chamber
bury me into that gravel layer
screw the box
just wrap me in my favorites
toss me in a hole
plant a tree on top of me tho
im fond of the thought of roots growing from my bones
a production of another brown life
as my remains decay and
my souls transcends to fields of elysian

ihope my will won’t be too complicated
i hope errybody feel well compensated
i hope i didn’t go after contemplating
a suicide will brutalize my peoples praying
who am i , to do or die, with mental quakin
when i die, i pray to god those people made it
fit the placings, did the slaving to secure their futures favors
secure the destiny of my day ones
the ba-allad of a black girl savin, cravin
all i do is say i try for a reason
time has taught me wise ive done the cryin
reflected on my failure
sinking into my own a-byss

when i die, i have a couple favors x2
of you and me

you bet not go out not knowing what your value is
you bet not go out bowing down to this shallow biz

when you die u better have implanted a type of mustard seed
the kind that quakes the world like n0body has ever seen

i hope you’ve lead them right
stuck to your morals tight
so when in you lay they ain’t got sh-t to say
i dream you raise ya bebe kids to be free from all of the yang of this life we live, that they dream to fulfill they living wish and to things i need to do say fulfill dying wish
when i die i hope my husband has already dipped so he dont have to feel the pain of losing our mar – it -tal bliss
i crave to perish doing all i’ve could to make up for my fits, i pray for all of this

when i die
i hope i was as old as time itself
i hope i was a walking library with still dat
good good hair
i desire to be zion sent village griot elder
so when i die i’ve implanted more than the world can tell
a child encouraged, a soul searchin for purpose
the kernel exposed to an inkling of their essence
with luck, god and maybe 2 or 3 whoppins
my progenies will raise farther than me
and countin’ to try and heal world more than me

so when i die i ask you this favor
that you smile at your neighbor
that you ‘spire for greater
whateva that be ya flavor
be savior to someones failures
dont mourn me for too long please sail on’
and celebrate in ways i could not
2 decades into this, ive yet to prime and denouement
dont settle on n0body’s poor paragon
be deserving of pantheon, jesus walk and
remember all your wrongs

you shouldve righted them strong
i hope you forgive
a star dies in super nova
when i die please pay it forward

- ogechi

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