Post Mortem

from by John E Cab

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RIP my brother Eugene


John Morrison's Verse
Sugar my tongue touch neon bloodstream
And we can hear crickets in the midnight trees
Burn like a bush but a mean little Moses
And his face bled roses
Dozed off in a six ten haze
And I woke up all soaked in radio waves
Back in them days we made quick sand
And walked around amazed
Pen on pavement body so drained
Grab an umbrella it smells like rain
Have a nice day try to maintain
Double dutch rope make circles sideways
Spark plug frame throw heads in halos at three point range
Pauli got a bullet in his brain
Then we watched his ghost fly up out of his grave

Cab's verse
Stumbled off the plane was a buzzin in my brain
Transatlantic flight sippin booze the whole way
Fiendin for the love I left behind still faithful
Ache though crashed out alone back home
Roaimin my email a message from my brother
Suicide inscription mental friction
Rode to B-More where he laid with slashed wristsz
Broke my Moms down to itty bitty pixels
Pumped his stomach he was still alive sho
Can it be that it all was so simple before?
Tried it again a week later freak nature
Interrupted twice by a brother trying to save ya
Doctors couldn't praying he alive
No hope left inside what he told me eye to eye
Missing knew he gone phone ringing at my side
Was my father said your brother's dead listen as he cried

Third verse (not on tape)
Fall out post mortem shock rocked him
No bringing him back still never forgotten
My girl flew in held her close gently rocking
Made love for some hour right there in JFK parking
Back to Philly funeral some days later
Momma prayed for many years now she gave up on a savior
Can I save her nah that's just the way it be
Took a suicide bomb to bring together family
Shame on us nah shame on him
Ain't no one left to blame everyone a sin
Ain't nobody win there's one less in the fam
Pop's hiding out now what's left of the man?
Mom's a empty shell sister trying to help someone
I'm tryin to stop gettin high feels like I'm fronting
Staring at his grave this bullshit's all for nothing
Bro I'm sorry for the worst and I pray you're not suffering...


from Do What They Say, track released May 13, 2014
Produced by John E Cab
Featuring John Morrison on the microphone
Peter Veloski on Trumpet
Recorded and Mixed by Michael "Bump" Fountain
Mastered by John E Cab



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