Im out of siqht, to decide,
Should I stay or run nd' hide ?
Its more difficult by the time, that I think from my mind,
Tho' Im thinkin' I should put in work on stayinq on my qrind
People will say more bout' that Im wastinq most of my time. . .
Can't they see that Im feelinq suicidal now a'days ?
Talkinq sh*t bout' me is whats' puttinq me in a phase,
Torturinq, in a haze, Can't find my way, its a maze,
Help me please can you hear what Im sayinq ? Let me re-phrase. . .
Umm so iHad a qirl, yea' buh' she act'd like I owe her
Nd' yea, nd' sometimes it felt like I just didnt know her nd' sh*t,
But lately shes been beinq a real wh*re, so I had to let'er' qo'
So you can call me the qore (qoer)
I had a friend, who was really some qood to me,
But jus' last week he was murdered, homocide-ly. . .
I havent' been feelin' qood lately nomore,
Do I belonq to stay ? Nor Should it jus' be over'. . .
Sorry-for the sob story, jus' tryna' express myself,
One day I can shoot myself, with a 44. thats on my-shelf.
Im really thinkin' I should qet a qood shrink,
Really my rhymes are qettin' bad, they're jus' startin' to stink. . .
If you read this far, hopefully you understand,
Theres a problem cominq t'wards this man. . . At hand. . . (At hand)3x