He said he had a lot to live for before he died
And that he lived a good life, could never be denied
But nobody could claim that it really was his time
He lived eighteen short years, before his mother cried
She said it felt like she lost, a part of her inside
And everytime she passed his room a part of her heart died
He was gone
They said she finally had to accept
When it came to dealing with loss, she really was inept
She couldn't do it anymore
Her mind was still on fire
And so then she decided it was HER time to retire
She hid in her room for a week, very deep seclusion
Until she reached her peak and that was her very own conclusion
The next day word broke out, the mourning mother passed
Died of a broken heart, they knew she wouldn't last
But no one thought it'd end this way
For her husband she really had to stay
The family's life was full of endless days
The mother and son were together in a way

He said he would live forever
They'd spend their time together
That theyd weather the weather
Him and his girl were birds of a feather
So they indulged in carnal pleasure
More coke than you could measure
Jackin' jackets made of leather
They'd do it all together
Syringes deep inside them
Their feelings it would hide them
Poppin tabs of evil acid
Until their hearts fin'lly went flaccid
Their friends could never grieve
It was too easy to believe
Smoke was everywhere they breathed
They thought theyd never leave
No family would mourn em
'Cause they had long since scorned em
Abandoned by their own parents
Say goodbye to Claire and Clarence

He lived his life so pure
So clean everyone was sure
So much life held in store
But inside he was at war
He claimed that he was happy
He claimed that he was fine
His only real troubles were within his own mind
He said that hed get past it, man its only a phase
He went with the flow and then soon he started to blaze
Blastin' stoner music through his beats by dr. dres
He said if they could do it then he could do it too
If they kept askin him bout it, he'd dmx and act a foo'
So they left him alone, and kept him in their prayers
While he was peelin off the goodness in him by the layer
He realized it was wrong and that he had to quit it
So the next time he saw the blunt he refused to hit it
Started to turn his life around and get himself on track
But by now they were convinced that this was nothing but an act
He calmly stepped forward, walkin to the church
And if it ain't ironic, he got hit by a hearse
His life flashed right in front of him
He couldn't help but curse
'Cause as he watched it pass
He saw, it went from bad to worse
Within that second, he felt like he was wrong
But it was evil lurking in him, he was dancing to its song