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Death Of A Salesman

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Death Of A Salesman- The Death Of A Salesman, Chose life, 180ā€™d like a tailspin, I no longer wanna be what ails them, I no longer wanna see a Pale Friend. From the streets to the beat, Yā€™all Talking bout the product, Give a fuck about the fiend, 4 toes tagged, and one made clean, Theyā€™ll find their fix, bit ainā€™t from me. I canā€™t sleep tonight Them eyes in my brain, Watching you fight trynna bite off restraints, Knew you was mentally gone off the deep, I ainā€™t gave a fuck till this shit was too late, No begging for peace, no begging for sleep, not a wince, not a wink, You coulda, you woulda, but got it from me, You made ya own bed, I just rocked ya to sleep. Dude died huffing ethanol, In his garage with the engine on, Dumb high with a weapon drawn, Who bared the poll? His bride to be Nd the next to fall (high as fuck too) Heard a teen puff his last, Swig beam, then a blast, I regret I ever took that call. Another died in a bathroom stall, Apparently the shit was mixed wrong, I shouldnā€™t trip, but I do recall an angel on my shoulder, Tell me that this shit was wrong. Cuts deep cause I knew them all, Under the bus is where I threw them all, They knew the price, Nd couldnā€™t duke withdrawals, So I juked the law, gaveā€™em what they wanted now they gone. Coulda diffused the bomb, I just fanned a flame Nd Stuck the wick in, till the shit just blew up in my face, All for some loose change, now I got a bluer face, Iā€™m through with the chase, but I gotta a lot of dues to pay. Nd till this day I canā€™t face their graves, Cause I know i played a part Nd where they lay. I think aboutā€™em every other day, Wifey asking whatā€™s wrong, I canā€™t think of shit to say, Tell her to write it off as a dream mid day, She goes back to thinking bout which bills to pay, Youngin asking if I wanna play, And my youngest talking like heā€™s got some shit to say, Heā€™s only one, but itā€™s funny how much he can make a mother fucker stop and think about all of the kids that may Have been, Nd i hate what ifā€™s, but how the fuck I look putting the blame on them I knew the game, they did, too Knew the risks Nd stakes, It was their life to take, I gave the choice to make. But If I could do it over, man I woulda helped, Slap shit outcha hands, make you fix ya self, Instead I gave directions while you walked through hell, strung up on the potions, I coulda broke the spell Or maybe not, But As I lay to rest, you fuckers lay Nd rot, Nd thatā€™s some shit that I wonā€™t ever let outta my head twisted, One life found Nd one another statistic. The Death Of A Salesman, Chose life, 180ā€™d like a tailspin, I no longer wanna be what ails them, I no longer wanna see a Pale Friend. From the streets to the beat, Yā€™all Talking bout the product, Give a fuck about the fiend, 4 toes tagged, and one made clean, Theyā€™ll find their fix, bit ainā€™t from me. I canā€™t sleep tonight Them eyes in my brain, Watching you fight trynna bite off restraints, Knew you was mentally gone off the deep, I ainā€™t gave a fuck till this shit was too late, No begging for peace, no begging for sleep, not a wince, not a wink, You coulda, you woulda, but got it from me, You made ya own bed, I just rocked ya to sleep #DeathOfASalesman

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2 years ago

Bars: Dope šŸ”„ Delivery: Dope šŸ”„ Impression: Dope šŸ”„

2 years ago

Here are my scores: Bars: 9/10 Delivery: 9/10 Impression: 9/10 Bars: Dope šŸ”„ Delivery: Dope šŸ”„ Impression: Dope šŸ”„

3 years ago

Dayum. ā€œYou made your own bed, i just rocked you to sleepā€ thats a good one.

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