Zula

Hey bro, hey bro
What the hell you doing in that box?
Hey bro, hey bro
Can you tell me who picked our your socks today, bro?
No, it's not the life that you thought
You're irreplaceable
We'll forever miss you lots

Talkin to cops, garden plots
I went to your old spot with my old boss
I heard about the dark day when you got shot at the park
They say Mike sleeps across the parking lot

Cuz objects and personal effects remind them of you
(Like your) frozen prepared food (and your) mostly new pair of shoes
(And the) keys that you got to the car that you bought?
They're right next to your wallet, on top of your empty cot

They claim that it was an accident
Recipient intended by the bullet is irrelevant
Still another brown chest that took the led
The story changes form but the fact remains (the impact's the same)

You were unarmed and innocent, so
Whether it's the cops or the monster who shot you, same concept
Chronically constant, it's demonic
All you wanted was to prepare a place to keep your mama safe

Hey bro, hey bro
What the hell you doing in that box?
Hey bro, hey bro
Can you tell me who picked our your socks today, bro?
No, it's not the life that you thought
You're irreplaceable
We'll forever miss you lots

Our nation is cursed
No safe ground for the black and brown-not even here on American dirt
I watched them pass your body into the back of a hearse
Without time to say goodbye your spirit left the earth

Your spiritual mothers, community, brothers-we wept over you at the church
I'm sitting here wonderin, cuz I don't know which is worse
That your life was taken by violence
Or that it was far from your first time with it

Stayed for the wake, made us takeout boxes
Stack of five we walkin back to the office
That was a lot to process
I'm a whole lot exhausted and I cried more than I thought was possible

Can't stop this awful thought
Did you die alone on that block on that sidewalk?
Flat on your back, I dunno where the fuck God was at
So I have to know, when you passed bro, was your last moment... alone?

Hey bro, hey bro
What the hell you doing in that box? (hey bro)
Hey bro, hey bro
Can you tell me who picked our your socks today, bro?
No, it's not the life that you thought
You're irreplaceable
We'll forever miss you lots

With wisdom, you diagnosed our condition
We're addicted! to arms & ammunition
What you were saying--the nation--we should have listened
Wishin that justice could bring more than prison

Cuz 25 to life sure as shit don't fix it
He'll stay behind bars but that won't stop me missin
Your new life, eight months, was just beginnin, now endin
Call the game, no team winnin, not even to the top of the second inning

Who's gonna take Mike to buy his first engine?
Pay the cost of coffin shippin, it isn't cheap in the funeral business
LA Fitness, you promised Jake, "You wanna get this bod?"
Jake quotes your jokes and we all laugh a lot

I miss your smile, bro, you were a light
In this dark world, did the dark win this time?
Jake said neither depth nor height
Nor death nor life can sever and I sure hope he's right

Hey bro
What the hell you doin in that box?
Hey bro
Can you tell me who picked out your socks today, bro?
No, it's not the life that you thought
You're irreplaceable
We'll forever miss you lots