Tantrum T.A. - Bury Me a Warrior lyrics

Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around
A 5th of Hennessy
(roll up and light a Swisher)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
Fuck bein' gangsta
Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior
(Pour out a lil' liquor)
Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around
A 5th of Hennessy
(Roll up and light a Swisher)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
Fuck bein' gangsta
Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior

When I die on the battlefields of life
Just look back at the good times
I had up in this life bump my mixtapes
Viewing my coffin cover my kids face
Tell em Daddy's resting in a
Better and bigger place
I don't wanna see no tear face
Just laughs and joy
Cut that sad face off, call Pastor Troy
Celebrate the life my mama raised
Observe January 12 as a National Holiday
Take notice of my accomplishments
Anyone speaking negative at the
Podium then abolish them
Because, life's rigid battles is
Livin' with mental cancer
And you may win a battle
But freedoms the biggest capture
Mine eyes have seen the comin' of the Lord
Listen to my battle hymn my
Skin shields opposing swords
Life's a chess game sometimes you
Gotta go to war watch the checkmate
And protect the pieces on the board

Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around
A 5th of Hennessy
(roll up and light a Swisher)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
Fuck bein' gangsta
Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior

Tell everyone to flame up or white out
No black shit 'Cause black is the color
For those that's lackin'
Life or breath, I'm not dead I'm just 'laxin'
Bickin' Back, hands laid across my chest
White tuxedo tailored with the
Double plated vest
Red handkerchief, Hangin' out my right pocket
I'ma be a rebel 'til my very last drop drip
I'ma live forever, I'm never gon' die!
Maybe physically but spiritually I'm gon' fly
I been at war with this life for a long time
Lyrically I shed tears hear my song cry
No lie, I've seen a lot in my short time
20 years of endless tears that my soul cries
In events that many fear I give a war cry
Independent 'til the end I'ma go, Klyde!

Bury me in a field filled with plenty weed
A Red Bandana wrapped around
A 5th of Hennessy
(roll up and light a Swisher)
Make sure you give my Taylors to the coroner
Yo, Fuck bein' gangsta
Tell 'em Bury Me a Warrior