i got a million words to spit
whats the cause of his death?
two slit wrists i dont even care about this shit im ready to hit the floor and fall in pits many of you may know me as a funny kid but it wont be funny when im layin dead on my bed two slit wrists and a gunshot to my shit i wanna got out with no pain so i cover my heart with rogain and burn in propian call me insane but its what im slane to be for the rest of my life?hell nah man this shit aint right should i take my life or make shit right? i have a choice a week mind and half a voice so all i can do is write my rhymes freestyle all i want all night long i have nothin else it seems like evrything left now im left im this world with a not in my chest but fuck it ima come on top you'll see i suffered from depression and a bad personality maybe he didnt like me but he can go soon as im old ima hit the road you always say ill be nothin when im older wait till i stab you in your sholuder with so much suprise you'll think you died but i survived and im the one who thrived you always act like you fuckin hate me like u wanted my mom but you didnt want me to you i was a bomb so watch me when i get older and make sure your always looking over that shoulder