[Lyric] Remote Preface 5 Temple Of Mars (Jas The Producer)

Top of the sky, see 'em when I climb the mountain
Every day my homie dead
I be reminiscing bout him
Boy the past made me redisent
I give a fuck about him
When we slide to the cut, red dust on my denim
Yeah, five year sentence, what he doin' for the dope?
Five year sentence, got him hangin' by the rope
Dead from Dilly
Shake 'em silly
Ima strive till I fold
Miss my grandmama, shit, I never finished what I could
Crush me, don't fail
Never gon' tell
Don't fuss when I'm ill
Boy I hope it goes well
Death threats from you, girl, sitting in my junk mail
Blood in my toenails
Never gon' tell
When I'm gone, when I'm gone, tell me that you won't fail
Hotbox in the whip, put it on a dope scale
Yeah my tears turn to steam and the rain turn to hail
No umbrella but I got my cigarette
Yeah, no umbrella but I got my cigarette
So if the sky
Is way too bright
To come outside
Just come say hi
Cuz it's gon' hurt
To say goodbye
When you're not here
In the dead of night
I just can't seem to wake up fine
Just one more time
Would be nice

Mars! Mars! Mars!
Mars! Mars! (Mars)
M-m-m
Mars, Mars, Mars
...Mars