Black Funerals (Live at City Center of Music and Drama, New York, NY, 9/19/78) [Remaster] (Live at City Center of Music and Drama, New York, NY, 9/19/78; Remaster)

If I have to die, which I imagine I will

I don't imagine it, no, I'm gonna have to

I wanna die like my father, my father died fucking

He did, man, he was 57, woman was 18

He came and went at the same time

Did nobody cry at his funeral

Everybody said, "Lucky motherfucker"

And nobody else would fuck the woman for two years either

Said, "No, I don't want none of that pussy, thank you"

And you know, I notice that there's a difference in funerals

Like, white people have funerals

They love their dearly departed, but their funerals be different

They don't give it up easy, you know

They hold their shit in until they get home

Maybe they go, they faint

They get at the funeral

Black people let it hang out, right up, "Wah! Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

Lord, have mercy, help me, Jesus! Lord, have mercy!

I can't stand it! I can't stand it! God, save me!

Save me! Take me away"

And then they fall on your ass

They don't ever faint, they just lean on your ass

You got to carry them to the car and shit

Say, "Bitch, get up! Damn

You got to kill me 'cause that motherfucker dead"

My grandmother could y'all like that

Scare the shit out of you at a funeral, right?

My father, she said, "Wow! Jesus help me"

I said, "Shit, what's the matter, mama?"

I thought maybe he raised up or something, you know?

She did that voice, made me stop snorting cocaine too

She pulled that shit on me, she said, "What's that you doing, boy?"

I said, "Cocaine mama"

She said, "Wow! Jesus help me!

Go kill me! God, go kill me! Go kill me! God, go kill me!"

I said, "Mama, don't do that shit, look, I'm slowing it up!"

Look, mama puttin' it down the toilet

1,600 dollars worth of shit

She found out how much it cost, she got mad, and said

"You dumb motherfucker

You could've sold some of that shit

Back to the man you got it from

Told you that shit make you ignorant