see... you be claimin to be my ol man, but at times it felt like you were just a friend, sometimes I just wanted It to end and even wished it never began, leavin me home with nan with no food days on just cause you can, and I was hungry all day and hungry night i was fightin to survive a just a simple life I was even lucky it didn't come to a knife to end It all. gettin tossed into the wall throwin me round like shit and you wonder why I needed that motherfuckin Medkit I'm sick of it sick of it all tryna crawl for my last breath and reach for my last hope but I don't think I can cope with anymore grab the 4.4 watch the blood pore through the cracks of the floor. should I keep on livin or should I go i just don't know, dont even know wich way to go phoneys claimin to be my bro, left or right stuck in the night of my head wishin I was dead layin in a coffin bed waitin for the blood hound, can you hear it? or is that the siren sound