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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
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Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
That's Why
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
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15/F/United Kingdom
Feb 3, 2018
Feb 3, 2018 at 5:02 PM UTC
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