A profoundly underappreciated contribution to the annals of film.
Dead Homies.

I was paralyzed from the neck down
It ain't no thing though
You know
I'm braced up
It ain't no thing
But i'm on my feet
I'm strapped, today, every day
Not even caring
I go to church, I'm strapped
When I say hi to moms, I'm strapped
When I go buy pampers, I'm strapped
That's the way it is
For all my dead homies
You know
When I go see my homies
I go put flowers on their grave
You know
I gotta take a AK
Why is this?
For my dead homies

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