(Verse 1 MILES )
(Quiet voice)
What year is this?
My life is doomed, I couldn't be more blue if I was in a crip set
Slit my wrist just to see red
Strippers calling me pathetic and there's s*uts in here t**ng for a big check
Respect a b**h sit on my leg, put your clit on my leg
You n***as think I'm playing when I say I grab that butcher knife
And stash it underneath the mattress I almost had it I was about to stab my dad with it
Wishing he got that restraining order (heh) I would have handled it myself
Had visions of his body dangling from a belt, he's gasping, hanging
I can tell his life is almost over, praying that the pain is overwhelming
The excruciating, saying just remain calm for a few more minutes
When I'm finished your gonna need a f**ing dentist to identify this n***a
When it rains it pours, the windows panes a metaphor
For pain the widow fuels her husband slain, my son was young
And forced to stay his innocents spend life in prison
Villainized, for k**ing someone he's ashamed of sharing the same name with
Pain to see him living so he made a victim out the man and victimized his brain for years and terrorized
His family stabbed em in his trachea, f** up his ligaments
Made him into dirt, blood squirt from his little b**h
He made me smile, you could see the twinkle in my eye
The blood pouring into a puddle from the sky, what an exquisite way to die
(Verse 2 Luui )
My hand and d**h are canvas so he could draw a last breath
Hard sketches artist, tracing up a last step
Spit it out till the day we talked about in past tense
Dark poems carved into my arm so the art bled
I've gone to church, I prayed to Christ, just be brave its ok to die
They say heavens in the sky... That's a shame I'm afraid of heights
Had faith in friends fake and lies don't take much money to change a guy
My shaded mind taken life wave and shy say goodbye
I was never “love you miss you type” bits and British pimple bite
Pissed up way from crystal white stick and stab this chiseled life
His wisdom cast and was a gift distant with disfigured life
When daddy told me, I should have been a bit of jizz on a tissue wipe
I lay and im taken back faded off the basement jazz
Fading away awake with my face scraping off the pavement slab
I got the f** beaten by mug thieving, drug dealers, myth stories I face the addicts
Lift forward when I paste my pattern, a stiff sword I sniff sore
I'm king George when I chase the dragon
The Vickers vivid vision is a victim of the blind
A low life with a crowbar bow tie and some Mozart
A 4-5 and a go kart I'm close by when it goes heart
So find me a tied rope and fine oak
Trail lines of coke a suicide notes
With a bag of lies wipe the eyes
And Watch this visionary cry
An intimate slice
What an exquisite way to die