He sees his, pen and paper on the desk as the beat kills
His stereo speaker’s vibration is what he feels.
Pen in his hand and the other with sleep pills
He feelin kinda weary, he fell back when his seat tilt.
Head hittin the floor, blood spurts at the door,
Clock says it-is 4, a.m. yes it is morn.
Befo’ he hit the flo’ he knows that it-is so
Life threatening sito,- ation his siso’s.
Stabbed him in the head, a gash runs down his neck
The bash that his head gets, puts him in the medic.
The doctors operate, the drugs get locked away
(But that) does not stop a thang, he got the drugs again.
Receives some methodine, injects some heroin,
Drinks some Hennessey, so death is what he sees.
The wakes in less than 3, days his family weeps
The ground is what he keeps, cause now he’s sound asleep.
Line 6: "morn" = morning
Line 8: "siso's" = scissors
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