Michael Nobody aka Poetic Death

This is the tale about Michael
Grew up to be nobody from
The dirty streets of Columbia
South Carolina this is
The tale told by Savage Bros
Lord Lhus things might not always work
Out like you think they
Will and this is a true story peep the words

What up peace? I'm on a
One-way street keeping it street
It seems like everybody's focused on me
Paranoid see
You with the family? Man, no doubt
There is no reason for the words
That just came out my mouth
Anyway, there's a game I gotta
Play and it's a race
Us against who? Hold on
I'm at your place for a safe
Less than two minutes
No trace for the cause that I make
Hit the brakes, hop out the whip to thе spot
Where you weigh it straight
All I know is it could bе 5-0
A lot of dough is getting thrown at us, yo
Can't overlook it no more
Gotta get off my ass and fast
Pass the gas, good ass shit in the bag
Twist it and wrapped in ash
The details explained by a man named Miguel
Hit the females
Gunslinger known for the key sales
In for retail, left a couple charlatan D's
Pale for foul servicing
Street drunk traffic and malnourished it
Yeah, you can get the cash and the
Fame on the block the bitches
All that but all that shit comes at
A price and sooner or later
If you do dirt you gonna pay
That price yo word up

Yo Knowledge you hear about that cat
Michael from up the block?
Nah, what happened? He got popped with
A rifle by local cops hold up ock
That's the same cat that
Asked about the race yeah, he fucked up
Went and got captured by shitty jakes
Struck me as a snake
I seen him punch his mama in the face
Fuck catching a case
I would've thrown his carcass in a lake
Marched into his place, yo Lhus
Why didn't you bury him son?
I wanted to but I knew dude
Liked to carry a gun
Back on subject, son was wilding
Staying up with some beef
Some cats ran up in his spot
Started dumping the heat
So did they kill him? No he
Lived but shot Steve, Sally, and Jason
Word! His wife and kids? yeah
Got him set on retaliation
Started freebasing, got lifted
Then turned homicidal grabbed his rifle
Started rehearsing verses from out the Bible
Ran outside, started bucking
Hit some kid on a bike
The law caught up with him, the judge
Threw him in prison for life, legal suicide

I heard they gave him two life sentences
Shit is crazy man but I guess some
Cats can't take the pain you gotta
Play with the cards dealt looks like
Michael got a fucked up hand

Boom boom boom, six o'clock on the dot
Still no light something don't feel right
He's gonna start a fight
So he can go to the hole
He can't take it no more
He's lost control
Penitentiaries blackened the soul
He was beefing with the Aryans
They said he couldn't wear the
Skin of a white man
Chilling with black barbarians
But that's how it was in the area he came up
He trusted no human being, his very estate up
Throughout the struggle and strife he
Hustled up a pipe filed it down sharp so it
Would function as a knife
Wore his shirt loose so he could
Stuff it in his side
To puncture a windpipe, he never been nice
He stabbed a man in the heart
To see the pain he felt
And then he had plans to go and hang himself
But before he tied the sheet to
The top of the bed
He was stabbed six times in the
Stomach and once in the neck a poetic death