[Intro] Black boots by the casket… Mud still on ’em. Damn. [Verse 1] I wore funeral boots with dirt from the road, same road where we laughed, same road that turned cold. White flowers, black suits, mama’s knees weak, everybody got words but nobody can speak. I seen tough boys cry in the parking lot shade, gripping styrofoam cups like the pain might fade. Somebody poured liquor, somebody rolled smoke, somebody said “Long live,” then everybody broke. It’s different when the name on the shirt is your kin, different when the memories keep walking back in. Different when the jokes still live in your phone, but the number don’t ring, it just sits there alone. We say “heaven gained one,” but the block lost more, another empty chair, another locked front door. I hate how death make everybody show love late, when pride had us silent before the damn date. [Hook] I got funeral boots walking through the rain, mud on the leather, heart full of pain. Deep 808s knocking like dirt on a box, I still hear his voice when the whole world stops. Funeral boots, Lord, carry me through, I done lost so many I don’t know what to do. We was born in the struggle, baptized in truth, now I’m standing by the grave in my funeral boots. [Verse 2] The preacher said peace, but my chest said war, because I’m tired of seeing pictures on obituary boards. Tired of candles on corners, balloons in the sky, tired of grown men asking God why. Street life take fast, don’t give back slow, turn your favorite person into a hashtag post. And the world keep spinning like it ain’t miss a beat, while your whole damn heart laying under six feet. I wish I called more, wish we argued less, wish I told him I loved him before that last breath. That guilt be a blade that don’t show on skin, you can smile for the crowd while you dying within. So I’m saying it now to the ones still near, I love you, I need you, I want you right here. Put the pride down, answer that call, because death don’t reschedule for none of us all. [Bridge] Ohhh, carry me, carry me, through this valley where the shadows be. Ohhh, bury me, bury me, not in regret, let love live free. [Final Hook] I got funeral boots walking through the rain, mud on the leather, heart full of pain. Deep 808s knocking like dirt on a box, I still hear his voice when the whole world stops. Funeral boots, Lord, carry me through, I done lost so many I don’t know what to do. We was born in the struggle, baptized in truth, now I’m standing by the grave in my funeral boots. [Outro] Long live the ones we lost. Long live the lessons. Long live the love.
