Groupkleenridge Fukkit, you could slit wrist, An shoot me thru the heart I Feel decapitaded any way, lately acutally that’s that my favorite part The hardest parts, fighting the fight When You got no fight to give, An now I’m down an out for the count. But This the life I chose to live I didn’t even see it coming Hell no, I didn’t get da memo It was all trip CID(this), pop thizz(that), Smoke weed, that was my M.O I know I never shoulda done it I knew I shoulda never tried Cause now Some times I wanna cry Most Days I Feel I’d rather die, (feel I’d rather die) 1:12 rather fukkin die (Rather fukkin die) 1:21 It’s dark as hell in side this coffin Thats what I call my room I Been banished too the corner There’s No light in side my tomb Now How I’m supposed to find my way out, When ya boy can not see shit, Like, Calm down there big deezy squeeze An Get a fukkin grip Don’t lose ya fukkin mind, Yee, keep ya fukkin cool, Do unto others, as you’d have done, That’s the golden rule. I get sometimes it’s fukkin Hard But believe that God has got a plan, Stay true to you, grind,do the do. An soon you’ll be the man ——————— 2:10 It seems I’m locked in side this place Eternally. For eternity, If’u ever heard me, binurraly, Strait work a beat, it most certainly, Would seem I’m headed to the promise land. On my way to paydirt Iv been called some pretty fukked up shit, But the things Iv said, are way worse Ok , I know I , don’t really wanna die. Jus don’t wanna live the life Iv been. Smoking Weed and getting high Juice an juice and gin Fukkkkk I did it again,