"He came back/ in the same suit that he was buried in./ Similar to the one his grandfather was married in/ Yes!/ He was still fresh to death/ Bling, two earrings, a chain layin' on his chest./ He still had it 'cuz they couldn't find it./ And the bullets from his enemy sat like two inches behind it./ Smelled the Hennesey from when his ni**az got reminded/ and poured out liquor in his memory; he didn't mind it but.../ He couldn't sip it fast enough/ so the liquor was just filling the casket up./ Floatin' down by his feet was the letter from his sister/ Second grade handwritting simply read, "I miss ya."-Lupe Fiasco's "The Cool"

-JM