"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"
A Grassfed Comic is a webcomic
anthology series updated every Monday. Written, drawn and lettered by me. It has all the things I love (like animals, horror, and people getting punched in the face) and will be visually experimental so bear with me. The only
constant here will be change. Thanks for coming, and if you like it, spread the word! Enjoy!