Coffins Are Forever (Vancouver Remix)

Diamonds From Sierra Leone (Remix) - Kanye West feat. Jay-Z

Intro

Coffins are forever
You will be there soon you’ll see
You’ll be beautiful as can be
As you lie there so still
Have no fear that it will
Desert... thee

Hook

Coffins are forever, forever, forever...
You keep drivin’ them nice cars,
With them gold-rimmed bars...
Coffins are forever, forever, forever...
All of yo drug money,
Will not stop this spree...
Not ever ever? Not ever ever? Never never?
Never never? Never never? Never never? Never Never?

Verse 1

Hey people, this ain’t Harlem here -
Vancouver don’t shoot, steal, or deal.
Mother shot dead while her boy ducks his head,
And they sped away not a single tear shed.

When I speak of coffins in this song,
I ain’t talking bout no horse’s bone -
I’m talking bout cemeteries, and moans, and tears.
So keep killin’ villains, if I’m correct? You’re in the right here.

But, stop for just one second and listen,
Right? Here’s how no more tears will glisten:
Stop the madness of gun playin’,
Remember ya own mother and what she would be sayin’ -
Seeing this, this cash fuelled rage, the way you hide;
Money’s bliss, I swear but yo man where’s yo pride?

The bullets, the drugs, the dying, the offin’;
I bet you’ll look real fine in yo coffin,
While your friends and gang members are all weepin’ coughin’.

Don’t try to pretend
That you can’t see yo’self in jail for yo sins,
Or should I say floatin’ in the bay?
Your face bloated ugly your skin all grey -
Ya don’t really want to end up like that right, right?

Right now your future ain’t so bright,
But you can still turn everything around tonight, but...

Hook

Coffins are forever, forever, forever...
You keep drivin’ them nice cars,
With them gold-rimmed bars...
Coffins are forever, forever, forever...
All of yo drug money,
Will not stop this spree...
Not ever ever? Not ever ever? Never never?
Never never? Never never? Never never? Never Never?

Verse 2

Police watching each one o yo moves from day to day (duh);
Public minds dream of the day you catch a stray (duh);
I know you can’t believe in this, how you play? (duh)
Your whole soul decaying is the price you will pay (true).
Pluggin’ yo ears won’t change this, or stop bullet’s kiss...

Nope!
Your sad life will not be missed!
When yer buried, and the ground’s made flat,
The priest is done, tears shed and all that;
The dealers live, crawl on the ground like rats,
Gangsters run and hide but still go splat.

The game won’t transform think not you’ve been misinformed;
I hope you know that not one thing you did will stop reform.
You will be a footnote, not a single thing more,
History won’t mark you, vanishing in this war.
For you hell’s flames in store.
That there pitchfork’s red hot, (so?) I’m guessin’ it’s hard to ignore.

You had no master plan but you got master, planned.
The drugs really yo master, damn!
Thinking you were strong, stringin’ you along,
Hip songs, luxury sarongs, lifestyle so wrong.

At the end of your living one thing’s crystal:
You’d have been more lucky, without yer pistol.
And even if your gang, should win this turf battle,
It won’t change that you have had death’s rattle, that’s right!

But hey maybe you’ll get the word
While demons treat your body like their preferred;
Screamin’ pleadin’ and your voice is ignored forever -
That’s when you’ll figure gang livin’ ain’t so clever.
Your coffin is forever, life swept away for whatever,
Were you even aware your gangster union was severed?

Bullets and drugs and cash are forever maybe -
Didn’t none of that save mom’s sweet l’il baby.
And so befo’ I say peace, if you haven’t heard,
Ya best pay close attention to my final four words:

So... long... suckers...
Goodbye!

The End

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