[{"id":38458761,"name":"Six Feet Deep (instrumental)","trackName":"Six Feet Deep (instrumental)","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Six Feet Deep","duration":324.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"There's far too many of you dying\n\nJune 28 was the date, 38\n'Til the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake\nAnd everybody's dressed up in black suits\nGoin' to pay their last respects to the black troop\nWhy'd he have to die? Is the question that we're under\nBut everyone knows that every day's a different number\nSo when your time comes, just remember G\nYou'll always have a place in this world as a memory\n\nEspecially my boys who passed away back in '92\nBest believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you\nWherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'\nOf how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'\nNever missin' out on a hood fight\n'Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good fight\nEverything is changed and people are lookin' lonely\nIt's gon' be strange spendin' New Year's Eve without your homie\n\nBut ain't much that we can do\nExcept pour brew throughout the crew\nTo make sure we all remember you\nAnd believe me it hurts\nTo see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt, dirt\n\nThere's far too many of you dying\nThere's far too many of you dying\n\nAnother homie got smoked but it's no surprise\nEverybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too young to die\nA sad sight to see my homie take his last breath\nEverybody's trippin' 'cause they can't accept my homie's death\nAnother killin' was reported on the evenin' news\nSomebody's brother got killed behind a pair of shoes\nIn the midst of all this shit, I think about myself\nWonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf\n\nBut I refuse to be another violent casualty\nSo when I'm rollin', I pack my pistol grip beside my knee\n'Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win\nWhen the people you think are your friends\nReally ain't your friends, uh and Bush Wick can't sleep\nWhen everybody around me keeps fallin' six feet deep\n\nThere's far too many of you dying\nThere's far too many of you dying\n\nThe pain that's deep inside of everybody grows\nAs they approach to see the body before the casket close\nThe person standin' next to me has snapped the flip\nOnce I seen the casket closed, I knew that that was it\nThe whole entire family spoke on his defense\nThe choir sung the songs that make us reminisce\nAnd durin' all the singing I broke down myself\nWhen I looked and seen the family that my partner left\n\nAnd then the choir broke into its final song\nThinkin' to myself, the worst is yet to come\nEveryone was headed for the final flight\nAs we creeped along the gravel on the burial site\nThe director said his words and there was not a sound\nAs they lower my little partner inside the ground\nEverybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top\nAnd then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep\n\nThere's far too many of you dying\nThere's far too many of you dying\n\nA lotta homies die, a lotta mothers cry\nI watch tears fall down from their eyes\nEverybody wants to go to Heaven\nBut nobody wants to take the chance\nThey chose the music so they had to dance\nCouldn't tell 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it\nGot caught up in the game now my boy's in the casket\nAnd everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame\nAshamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang\n\nWe used to kick it on the Ave at night\nComin' up, tryin' to have the finer things in life\nBut now my boys gone, I wish he was at home\nI wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone\nSo when I drink a brew for you, I pour some on the block, son\nYou might be gone, but you damn sure ain't forgotten\nSo on, remember whenever or wherever\nDead or alive real partners come together, and you know that\n\nThere's far too many of you dying\nThere's far too many of you dying","syncedLyrics":"[00:00.33] There's far too many of you dying\n[00:05.55] \n[00:32.06] June 28 was the date, 38\n[00:34.86] 'Til the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake\n[00:39.09] And everybody's dressed up in black suits\n[00:41.72] Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop\n[00:45.18] Why'd he have to die? Is the question that we're under\n[00:48.58] But everyone knows that every day's a different number\n[00:51.86] So when your time comes, just remember G\n[00:55.23] You'll always have a place in this world as a memory\n[00:58.93] Especially my boys who passed away back in '92\n[01:02.64] Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you\n[01:07.07] Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'\n[01:10.65] Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'\n[01:13.79] Never missin' out on a hood fight\n[01:16.48] 'Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good fight\n[01:19.94] Everything is changed and people are lookin' lonely\n[01:23.16] It's gon' be strange spendin' New Year's Eve without your homie\n[01:27.90] But ain't much that we can do\n[01:30.27] Except pour brew throughout the crew\n[01:32.38] To make sure we all remember you\n[01:35.01] And believe me it hurts\n[01:36.97] To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt, dirt\n[01:44.59] \n[01:51.70] There's far too many of you dying\n[01:58.55] There's far too many of you dying\n[02:02.04] Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise\n[02:05.15] Everybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too young to die\n[02:08.87] A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath\n[02:12.27] Everybody's trippin' 'cause they can't accept my homie's death\n[02:15.74] Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news\n[02:19.37] Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair of shoes\n[02:22.97] In the midst of all this shit, I think about myself\n[02:26.08] Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf\n[02:29.64] But I refuse to be another violent casualty\n[02:33.13] So when I'm rollin', I pack my pistol grip beside my knee\n[02:36.68] 'Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win\n[02:40.36] When the people you think are your friends\n[02:42.12] Really ain't your friends, uh and Bush Wick can't sleep\n[02:47.37] When everybody around me keeps fallin' six feet deep\n[02:54.32] There's far too many of you dying\n[03:01.46] There's far too many of you dying\n[03:04.90] The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows\n[03:08.17] As they approach to see the body before the casket close\n[03:11.93] The person standin' next to me has snapped the flip\n[03:15.06] Once I seen the casket closed, I knew that that was it\n[03:18.76] The whole entire family spoke on his defense\n[03:22.41] The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce\n[03:25.79] And durin' all the singing I broke down myself\n[03:29.03] When I looked and seen the family that my partner left\n[03:32.72] And then the choir broke into its final song\n[03:36.67] Thinkin' to myself, the worst is yet to come\n[03:40.02] Everyone was headed for the final flight\n[03:43.13] As we creeped along the gravel on the burial site\n[03:46.64] The director said his words and there was not a sound\n[03:49.93] As they lower my little partner inside the ground\n[03:53.49] Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top\n[03:57.19] And then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep\n[04:04.19] There's far too many of you dying\n[04:10.96] There's far too many of you dying\n[04:14.86] A lotta homies die, a lotta mothers cry\n[04:18.53] I watch tears fall down from their eyes\n[04:21.74] Everybody wants to go to Heaven\n[04:24.04] But nobody wants to take the chance\n[04:26.32] They chose the music so they had to dance\n[04:28.88] Couldn't tell 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it\n[04:32.28] Got caught up in the game now my boy's in the casket\n[04:35.70] And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame\n[04:38.95] Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang\n[04:42.91] We used to kick it on the Ave at night\n[04:45.77] Comin' up, tryin' to have the finer things in life\n[04:49.66] But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home\n[04:53.07] I wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone\n[04:56.47] So when I drink a brew for you, I pour some on the block, son\n[05:00.43] You might be gone, but you damn sure ain't forgotten\n[05:03.40] So on, remember whenever or wherever\n[05:07.23] Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that\n[05:13.90] There's far too many of you dying\n[05:20.62] There's far too many of you dying\n[05:23.93] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Six Feet Deep (instrumental)\n artist: Geto Boys\n album: Six Feet Deep\n duration_ms: 324000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: There's far too many of you dying\n start_ms: 330\n end_ms: 5550\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 5550\n end_ms: 32060\n- text: June 28 was the date, 38\n start_ms: 32060\n end_ms: 34860\n- text: '''Til the chest plate mommy dear''s cryin'' at the wake'\n start_ms: 34860\n end_ms: 39090\n- text: And everybody's dressed up in black suits\n start_ms: 39090\n end_ms: 41720\n- text: Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop\n start_ms: 41720\n end_ms: 45180\n- text: Why'd he have to die? 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