Michael Nobody aka Poetic Death - Snowgoons, Savage Brothers

What up peace?

I’m on a one-way street keeping it street

It seems like everybody’s focused on me, paranoid see

You with the family?

Man, no doubt

There is no reason for the words that just came out my mouth

Anyway, there’s a game I gotta play and it’s a race

Us against who?

Hold on, I’m at your place for a safe

Less than two minutes, no trace for the cause that I make

Hit the brakes, hop out the whip to the spot where you weigh it straight

All I know is it could be 5−0

A lot of dough is getting thrown at a show

Can’t overlook it no more

Gotta get off my ass and fast

Pass the gas, good ass shit in the bag, twist it and wrapped in?

The details explained by a man named Miguel

Hit the females, gunslinger known for the key sales

In for retail, left a couple charlatan D’s pale for foul servicing

Street drunk traffic and malnourished it

Yeah, you can get the cash and the fame on the block.

The bitches,

all that but all that shit comes at a price.

And sooner or later if you do

dirt you gonna pay that price yo.

Word up.

Yo knowledge you hear about that cat Michael from up the block?

Nah, what happened?

He got popped with a rifle by local cops

Hold up ox.

That’s the same cat that asked about the race

Yeah, he fucked up, went and got captured by shitty jakes

Struck me as a snake, I seen him punch his mama in the face

Fuck catching a case, I would’ve thrown his carcass in a lake

Marched into his place, yo Lhus, why didn’t you bury him son?

I wanted to but I knew duke liked to carry a gun

Back on subject, son was wilding, staying up with some beef

Some cats ran up in his spot, started dumping the heat

So did they kill him?

No he lived but shot Steve, Sally, and Jason

Word?

His wife and kids?

Yeah, got him set on retaliation

Started freebasing, got lifted, then turned homicidal

Grabbed his rifle, started rehearsing verses from out the Bible

Ran outside, started bucking, hit some kid on a bike

The law caught up with him, the judge threw him in prison for life

Legal suicide

I heard they gave him two life sentences, shit is crazy man but I guess some

cats can’t take the pain.

You gotta play with the cards dealt.

Looks like

Michael got a fucked up hand.

Boom boom boom, six o’clock on the dot, still no light

Something don’t feel right, he’s gonna start a fight

So he can go to the hole, he can’t take it no more

He’s lost control, penitentiaries blackened the soul

He was beefing with the Aryans

They said he couldn’t wear the skin of a white man

Chilling with black barbarians

But that’s how it was in the area he came up

He trusted no human being,?

Throughout the struggle and strife he hustled up a pipe

Filed it down sharp so it would function as a knife

Wore his shirt loose so he could stuff it in his side

To puncture a windpipe, he never been nice

He stabbed a man in the heart to see the pain he felt

And then he had plans to go and hang himself

But before he tied the sheet to the top of the bed

He was stabbed six times in the stomach and once in the neck

A poetic death