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im livin life on tha path ta death maybe i shuld jus walk tha resta tha way//
holla at me when u get there foo ill be standin outsida tha gates//
and i feel like i got too much responsibilty protectin my friends and family//
and i dont want it no more--so before it gets outta hand im startin ta walk out this door//
and i feel like leavin this place--too many shiesty mothafukas look like devils up in my face//
im forsaken--or jus cursed--to constantly go thru the worst of the worst//
too much struggle for me ta deal with--but still too much anger inside'a me ta jus kill dis//
so i jus rap about it--and have dreams of spillin my own blood//
maybe im dyin for attention or maybe im dyin for love--cuz i dont get it here//
theres lots of fake smiles in my house--parents sayin they love me but steadily throwin me out//
im tired of all this complainin--tired of none of my dreams comin true--i lost my imagination//
now all i see are schemes and plots--jak moves be my only salvation//
i rather be facin satin--than facin 25 yrs to life of incareration//
i think my freedoms the only thing i got left--i aint even got no real family//
the only niggas that eva loved me was my boys from the --U-T-M-OB//
my lifes ending but it aint done yet--these is the writtin suicide thoughts of a B.G. that retired a vet//
to 2 thousand and 3 since he first walkd the set--hope i can revitalize my spirits and see a life after death.....
holla at me when u get there foo ill be standin outsida tha gates//
and i feel like i got too much responsibilty protectin my friends and family//
and i dont want it no more--so before it gets outta hand im startin ta walk out this door//
and i feel like leavin this place--too many shiesty mothafukas look like devils up in my face//
im forsaken--or jus cursed--to constantly go thru the worst of the worst//
too much struggle for me ta deal with--but still too much anger inside'a me ta jus kill dis//
so i jus rap about it--and have dreams of spillin my own blood//
maybe im dyin for attention or maybe im dyin for love--cuz i dont get it here//
theres lots of fake smiles in my house--parents sayin they love me but steadily throwin me out//
im tired of all this complainin--tired of none of my dreams comin true--i lost my imagination//
now all i see are schemes and plots--jak moves be my only salvation//
i rather be facin satin--than facin 25 yrs to life of incareration//
i think my freedoms the only thing i got left--i aint even got no real family//
the only niggas that eva loved me was my boys from the --U-T-M-OB//
my lifes ending but it aint done yet--these is the writtin suicide thoughts of a B.G. that retired a vet//
to 2 thousand and 3 since he first walkd the set--hope i can revitalize my spirits and see a life after death.....