Don't Cry at my Funeral

Don't cry at my funeral.
Lay me in the back seat of a Cadillac so i can drive my way to heaven.
Bury me in a tomb so i can watch the flowers when they bloom in spring.
Make sure I'm in a suit tailored for a king,
and don't lay my arms across my chest.
Bury me like a soldier. 

Don't cry at my funeral.
Put a hundred dollar bill in my pocket so i can tip the gate keeper,
And put a fan in the trunk of my car just in case God isn't too happy with me.
Make sure you kiss my forehead for good luck.
Don't read me no Bible either cause i really couldn't give a fuck.
Time is already up,
So bury me like a winner.

Don't cry at my funeral;
And don't fill my empty shell with guilt,
But just in case it's chilly in heaven, you can knit me a quilt.
Don't feed me bullshit about how I'll be so very missed,
And don't weep over me because it's kind of annoying.
Just bury me like a legend.


Don't cry at my funeral. 

Put 4 pens in my hand,
And a notebook in my glove compartment.
Put Nas on my radio, with Common up next.
Give me a concept and an opinion,
But please don't tell me what and what not to write.
Bury me...like a poet.


But whatever you do,
Don't cry at my funeral.