Dear, People

When tomorrow starts without me
And I'm not there to see
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today
While thinking of the many things
We didn't get to say

Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life

It's no joke, too low
I can't cope, smoke dope for the pain
One glock, one shot, point it straight at my brain
Do not resuscitate, told you don't hesitate
I put a end to the voice in my head
Nobody ever listened to what I said
What I said, Nobody ever listened to what I said
I don't really **** with the rest
Young kid flex put the blade to ya neck
One more step, *****, you lose your head
No one remember the **** that you did

I made myself what I am
I turned myself into the man
I made this dough in my hand
But still you don't understand
Don't understand
It takes dedication and some discipline
Talent, drugs and experience
But to be honest, living life, I'm sick of it
Even if the money's still coming in
Even though people still bump my ****
**** the world
Death sounding luxurious
Look in my eyes
If you don't think I'm serious
That's why...

Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life
Two slit wrists with a scythe
Too ****** up, had to leave this life

                                                               ­                            -Love Nia