After The Funeral
[Hook]
After the funeral
It's back to usual
Sometimes delusional
Life ain't a musical but
We make it beautiful

[Verse]
Different casket, same death
Hey America, can we rest?
I mean can we breath?
I mean for those who need
I mean can you please remove your knee?
I seen death in the street
We gon' have some beef
Punch him in his face
Trauma everyday I don't care your race
You gon' need some grace (for real)

My fam ignorеs the pain
Grandpa holds it in
He don't cry a lot
Momma in kitchen
Shе ain't lookin' good
She about to pop
Kids are actin' up
Pops done got the belt
Somebody gettin' whipped
Aunti's talking loud
Uncles gettin' drunk
These niggas 'bout to trip
Distract me with some sports
Distract me with some games
Distractions hide the pain
We distract it with some spades
We ain't gettin' bored
My team is never shook
I don't need a trunk
My guy got all the books

We done fall so much
We done lost so much
We don't know who to blame
Lose all your trust
You just throw a punch
You don't care to aim
The hate makes us great
Trial produces faith
Pain produces soul
Pressure makes a diamond
Iron sharpens iron
Struggle makes us gold

You've been praying now for some weeks
Now it's time to pray with those feet
Sometimes love can be so violent
Sometimes war can bring about peace
So even...
[Hook]
After the funeral
It's back to usual
Sometimes delusional
Life ain't a musical but
We make it beautiful
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[Verse 2]
Life ain't a musical but we electric slide
Holding plates of mac 'n cheese
Collared greens and pecan pies

I asked granny why she walk with a limp
She said, "Carry these burdens, baby, it'll mess with your hips."
She ain't scared of death she done died about a hundred fifty times
Slave abductions to reconstruction to even civil rights
"But I ain't no victim, but I ain't no victim, I'm a victor every time"
Ears to listen, she know the scriptures, word to Jesus Christ

I'm Sampson with the locks
I'm Moses with the staff
I'm Jesus on the donkey
I'm both holy and an ass

You ain't trauma, you ain't drama, you ain't violence
You ain't sickness, you ain't cancer
You ain't risk, you ain't the margins
You ain't the problem, baby boy you got the answers
You ain't pray, you ain't rage
You ain't depression, you ain't oppression, you be free
You got hope, you got us, you got love
See that future, find your peace
When all heads are bowed, all minds are cleared
And all are holding hands
When all the tears are cried, and all the prayers are done
All we do is dance
So dance....
[Bridge]
C-can we rest
Rrr-rest
Can we rest
Can we, can we rest

[Hook]
After the funeral
It's back to usual
Sometimes delusional
We make it beautiful