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A Young Girl​’​s Funeral – 1​:​13pm, June 15, 2001

from Scott Free​.​.​. Red Handed by Nolto & Factor

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A Young Girl’s Funeral – 1:13pm, June 15, 2001

“I grow”

The sun’s smiling and the sky’s looking beautiful
such terrible weather for a young girl’s funeral
the priest is talking about jesus and not about her
“where was jesus when the truck ran her life out, sir?”
To use her death as a podium to preach your faith
is ungodly and surely in poor taste
talk about a desire to kill the messenger
‘cause I couldn’t find God or anyone else you claim were friends with her.

“Weaker by cycles I die”

I don’t belong inside of a church, she don’t belong inside of a hearse
she died young and strong, now inside of the earth.
They don’t belong, they weren’t her friends,
it’s only now they recognize what she’s worth.
I’m surprised at these jerks and now I’m too angry to cry
supervised and it hurts. This is how I handle her dying.
and I’m frantically trying to cry, except my eyes keep candidly drying.
Antics aside, I should be no less than distraught
especially after all of the attention I’ve got.
But, did I mention I’m not? (no)
and how I’m going to lie to my boss, to get some time off?
It probably wouldn’t require much imagination
not like when I think about her final destination…
I bet it’s a lot like sleeping without dreaming.
God I wish these people were finally leaving.
…But, they’re just gathering coats.
and I’m put to work, so they keep handing me most
and I hand them to their respective guests, looking sombre
her parents probably thinking ‘bout how I was dating their daughter.

Like a chainsaw, boring a hole in my brain (awww).

Her parents pull me aside, and ask me for an audience. I fully complied.
Yeah, it could be a lie, when they say they think of me as family
I should have replied, that “I’m a member who’s glad to be.”
But, instead I just nodded,
while they say I should have their daughter’s college fund
and I feel all undone,
but feel obligated to take it, because they call me “son.”
It’s like I profit from her death, and what an awkward little mess
there’s not a lot left except to walk into the sunset
into eternal unrest, and all I can seem to do is wonder if it’s lunch yet.
Is this shit done yet?

Like a chainsaw, boring a hole in my brain (awww).

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from Scott Free​.​.​. Red Handed, released November 14, 2014

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Nolto is a rapper, songwriter, lawyer, husband and father. He's also very uncool and dislikes most everything.

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