East Coast Funeral Lyrics

Frisk East Coast Funeral

My Mother's silenceMy Brother's violence Stranger in a
casket we called family Hell would be too kind of a
resting place My Mother's silence My Brother's violence
Stranger in a casket we called family I still can't stand
the sight of your f..cking face For you, for me, for us,
that's why I do the things I do For you, for me, for us,
don't like my best? f..ck you!