Public Works - Pocket Knife

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I found a pocket knife in my uncle's room While i was cleaning up his stuff after he passed I tried to open it, i got uncomfortable Because i realized nothing good was made to last Laid on the carpet where they found his body there My shirt was covered in lil cotton balls and body hairs And as i brushed it off, i start to understand This fucking pocket knife ain't the only thing that he left 'cause when you died, you left your shit behind Just like your personal documents And how you died, was for your nephew to find out there was no way of stopping it Laid on the carpet where they found your body there My shirt was covered in lil cotton balls and body hairs And as i brushed it off, i start to understand This fucking pocket knife ain't the only thing that he left When your door got locked, i'd knock that down If the blade gets dull, i could sharpen it On the bedroom floor where i found myself Not mad, i'm just tryin' to be honest When your door got locked, i'd knock that down If the blade gets dull, i could sharpen it On the bedroom floor where i found myself Not mad, i'm just tryin' to be honest When your door got locked, i'd knock that down If the blade gets dull, i could sharpen it On the bedroom floor where i found myself Not mad, i'm just tryin' to be honest 'cause when you died, you left your shit behind Just like your personal documents And how you died, was for your nephew to find out there was no way of stopping it Laid on the carpet where they found your body there My shirt was covered in lil cotton balls and body hairs And as i brushed it off, i start to understand This fucking pocket knife ain't the only thing that he left (on the bedroom floor where i found myself Not mad, i'm just tryin' to be honest) 'cause when you died, you left your shit behind Just like your personal documents And how you died, was for your nephew to find out there was no way of stopping it Laid on the carpet where they found your body there My shirt was covered in lil cotton balls and body hairs And as i brushed it off, i start to understand This fucking pocket knife ain't the only thing that he left I found a pocket knife in my uncle's room
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