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East Coast Funeral Lyrics

My Mother's silenceMy Brother's violence Stranger in a
casket we called family Hell would be too kind of a
resting place My Mother's silence My Brother's violence
Stranger in a casket we called family I still can't stand
the sight of your f**king face For you, for me, for us,
that's why I do the things I do For you, for me, for us,
don't like my best? f**k you!

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Record Label(s): 2003 Zafio Records
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