a tale about yale

I tied the rope, I tied the rope
I tied the rope, I tied the
I tied the rope my baby
I tied the rope
Yea, what? Yea

I tied the rope when I first cut em up that dope
I tied the rope, I wasn't 17 years old (Nah nah nah)
I tied the rope that sent him down a winding road
I tied the rope the rope that turned his body cold

He tried to trust them cooler kids, yea well nah I did it too
He tried that "always fitting in" well it fucked me over too
Man the only difference is, is I knew shit he never knew
It's not only just that fish that could just turn your body blue

I swear them cold, long winter nights the best excuse for sniffin yay
Me, my boys, a couple broads were pushing night into the day
I swore I'd keep that fuckin kid up on a path he couldn't stray
I introduced him to the white, I still regret it to this day

A couple weeks went by, I heard that Kota dived into the chowder
Few more months went by, I heard he went and bought himself a blammer
When some years went by, I wish I never heard he's in the slammer
Big bro had em pickin zips up for a taste of dope boy glamour

Just a little fuckin' kid, he's in the bin for moving weight
Swear to God, I pray to God the stupid fuck don't say a thing
Gave 'em five whole fuckin years, he told 'em where to find the safe
Told 'em everything he did, man he made every last mistake

That was his last mistake
That was his last mistake
That was his last mistake
That was his last mistake

The kid got out, and big bro told em "come and see us at the house"
They bagged him up inside the car, and then the rest y'all figure out
Found his body in the river, I guess his bro he headed south
With I had the chance to tell him that his bros a fuckin clown

They had his service on a Sunday, and of course my nasal stuffy
Ma was looking at me funny, when my nose it got all bloody
To the bathroom I went running, think bout all the dirt I've done me
Move through life like I'm a junkie, this what I expected from me?

I leave the blame all for myself but then I know it ain't my fault
He probably went and took that path if I didn't cut him up that chalk
I still got all these endless questions whyd he sprint instead of walk
Is it guilt because he's gone? Did I really do him wrong?

I live with fear I live with pain and well of course I stayed the same
$100k up on that 'caine you'd think I'd probably wanna change
The only thing that I'ma change is just the subject that's okay
I push night into the day, makes them problems go away