Conejo

Conejo - Dead Men's Blanket lyrics

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Similar to death in the cradle

Fifteen year old girl killed in a car accident

Two Hispanic boys shot in a drive-by shooting

Three people killed after hostage situation turns fatal

Organized crime families, the cycle never dies

Deadly power struggle, crime, drogas and time

Story about a once beautiful lady

Strunk out on coca as she begins to act shady

This is also a story about a homie that liked to rob

Eventually motivated to go and join the mob

The secrets don't stop there, it all becomes a nightmare

Cuz little did they expect to be laying under the dead man's blanket

Get the picture, the dead man's blanket

Watcha, come into my realm



Baby had a psychic reading about the life she was leading

There were questions, homie serious suggestions

Running with the big boys all over town

Collecting all the taxes, recieving all the faxes

Relaying messages, more than a runner

Fell in love with the captain in charge of the drogas

Every single night when he was out on business

She was snorting coca instead of doing dishes

Baptised to the mob, youngster wants the logic

Watcha little homie, I got this little project

You and my lady pick up this dope

Drop my lady and the dope, don't forget to test the coke

Up in the attic she began to snort

No sympathy in pain if the shipment was short

The boss came home with sex on his mind

And a diamond set to make her his wife

Indulgence on behalf of his bitch

Powder on her nose, her eyes began to twitch

The captain ain't no fool, he smelled the sloppy rat

He grabbed her by the throat, 'where's my fucking dope at?'

Mija starts to stutter, she blames in on the youngster

The man that she loved had turned into a monster

He didn't give a damn, all he cares about is dope

Importancy of currency, the power that it shows

Torture cuz no one wants to tell the truth

To the chamber of pain till someone goes insanse

What else is to be done in a matter like this

How am I to know that they won't turn a snitch

He can't have that, that's the game of death

He proceeds to liquidate her with the bullet proof vest

All three would die, destiny brings sadness

Ambulance rolls up, let me get three dead man's blankets



Just like I imagined, everyone's fortress collapsed

No one could escape, everyone's time was maxed out

What's it really all about

Weed and deception or sinful intentions

The Armageddon agent, chapter one in the book of life

The dead man's blanket

In a love dispute husband poisons wife

Police kill innocent man reaching for his glasses

Child kills mom playing with father's gun

When will it all come to an end

Very soon so they say

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