when i die
don't put me in no box in the ground
just so i can be found
if you decide to come around.
hell, i'm Heaven bound
or maybe i'm just comin' back around.
don't paint me up cute.
God forbid ya' put me in a suit.
i won't give a hoot.
how i look is mute.
cook me & book me,
an urn if you must,
i won't rust.
i'm already dust.
already Heaven bound or bust.
i paid my dues,
so if i choose,
don't want no socks nor shoes.
no white shirt & tie,
that'd be a lie.
just roast me & toast me,
and throw me in the air.
that seems fair.
then if i must be some where
i'll always be there.
so when i die
don't you cry.
ok, maybe a tear in your eye.
then kiss my happy ass goodbye.
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