| This my last letter right here |
| Fuck this world, lets get the fuck outta here |
| I put my soul through the ink |
| Bless a path with thoughts at my thoughts |
| Before I grow extinct |
| My back-bone disowned by zone |
| Why roam? called home |
| But now on I’m all alone |
| Just Proof, no shine, no friends, just fans |
| No wonder my hands, tight where the Internet ends |
| I take back most of the flack |
| The stress smokes, press me close to the crack |
| Like my pops, the ghost of my past |
| Dime and mud, JD and stucky |
| Lately I’m lucky, I don’t hate me to touch me Maybe I’m ugly inside, but smiling to make it I love you dawg, and that’s how ever you take it The fame is a illusion, I’m still loosing |
| In this game, with the rules and. |
| I feel clueless, the streets with the hills blue less |
| Cops knocking at the door, got me looking real foolish |
| But I still do this, like I love it, even though I thug it Keep flossing lights in public, the subject y’all don’t know |
| Stars won’t grow, who would dream that scars would show? |
| Minus the MTV videos with slim |
| «Up In Smoke» D-12, and many shows with Em It’s still me dawg, no change for change |
| It’s strange, when it pours it rains |
| I take it back. |
| I wish I could take it back, I wish I could take it back |
| But it’s too late |
| I wish I could take it back, I wish I could take it back |
| But it’s too late |
| Always talking to snuk coke and he speak back |
| Wish my first son was here to reach at Feeling detached |
| My brother Earl, and Wayne, that bail money for jail, y’all can keep that |
| I’ve been in deep before, ask (stalemen?) |
| My hearts melting, tell the truth, I need help man |
| I hearts big but by sins bigger |
| Fuck the world, I don’t feel like I can win niggaz |
| It’s like I’m lost and I find only demons |
| I wanna quit, it’s like I’m tired of breathing |
| So my stress confess to a famous song |
| Em I love you, don’t let this money change us dawg |
| 1st born, when I’m gone, grab the sign |
| (Leave nothing?) with his cream and his mom |
| And dear mamma, I use to hate you |
| Now I relate to, everything you did to make proof |
| I love you. |
| Take it back |
| All y’all see is Free from 106 and park |
| Yall don’t know I risk my heart with this apart |
| From the streets, the groups, the friends, the foes |
| The jewels, the dick lickers and the hoes |
| What about me? |
| Sheltered with no guidance |
| Look at the finest, royal highness on some hot shit |
| Still living with the liquor and bud |
| Sometimes I wish for my demise, so I can kick it with Bugs |
| I wish it was real between us all |
| In the past, you should of seen us dawg |
| I die for Em and save Haley, brave maybe |
| But just let them tears remove my grave Shady |
| Kunive and Swift, how live is it get? |
| I meant to teach y’all niggaz to survive in this bitch |
| If we die to be rich, that makes me happy |
| And on another note, shit, don’t hate me pappy |
| It’s just that we look the same, you let the game take you |
| Your son game along and took the game |
| Since I took my own life, y’all feel a killa fo sho |
| Bizarre on the real, your the realest nigga I know |
| Strapping and busting ain’t real, just tell your mans the truth |
| And that’s why you’ve always been friends with Proof |
| Answer to all, I’ve always lied with truth |
| And before I pull the trigger tonight, I’m proud of you. |