Not at all nervous as he dug to the surface Tarnished gold chain is what he loosened up the earf wit’ He used his mouth as a shovel, to try to hollow it And when he couldn’t dirt spit, he swallowed it Workin’ like a — hmmm — reverse archaeologist Except: His buried treasure was sunshine So when some shined through a hole that he had drove It reflected off the gold and almost made son blind He grabbed onto some grass and climbed Pulled hisself up out of his own grave, and looked at the time On the watch that had stopped six months after the shots That had got ‘im in the box, wringin’ Henny out his socks Figured it was hours, because he wasn’t older Used some flowers to brush the dirt up off his shoulder So, wit’ a right hand that was all bones And no reason to stay, he decided to walk home So he...
— Lupe Fiasco, "The Cool"
God damn, was Lupe a great rapper once.