| Yo anybody seen my diary? |
| Oh there it is.
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| I gotta write this shit down. |
| Check it out.
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| Dear Diary, I’m having a little problem
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| I cant make it by myself maybe you can help me solve em
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| I’m confused and I dont know what to do
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| I’m hoping you can help me cause there’s no one else to talk to I want to die, but it ain’t for me I try to talk to my dad, but my old man ignores me He says I’m delirious
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| And I drink too much, so he doesnt take me serious
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| But little does he know I’m really losing it I got a head, but aint no screws in it
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| I be thinking deep
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| Thats one of the reasons at night I cant sleep
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| I thought it would change when I was older
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| But even now I’m still peeping over my shoulder
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| Theres your life after death too
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| And what about the man with the cane and the black suit?
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| And what about cancer?
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| Too many motherfucking questions, and not enough answers
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| Aint no use in trying
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| We might as all face it we were all born dying
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| Theres a black book in Brad’s hands
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| And its the diary of a madman
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| Dear diary today I hit a nigga with a torch
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| Shot him on his face and watched him die on his front porch
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| Left his family heartbroken
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| Flashbacks of him laying there bleeding with his eyes open
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| I cant put the shit behind me
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| I’m know I’m here somewhere, but I cant find me I used to be a drug dealer
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| On the for reala, now I’m a born killer
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| And it aint no changing me It used to be hard, but now it aint no thing to me To go up to a niggas house
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| Put a pistol in his mouth, and blow his fucking brains out
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| No doubt if you cross then I’ma take ya Cause I’m a fucking killer by nature
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| You got an M11, bring your weapon
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| Huh, I got an AK-47
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| It’s gonna be a bloody Sunday
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| Cause your fucking with a nigga like Bundy
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| And I was taught not to kill
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| Like a Vietnam vet with a thousand yard stare
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| So welcome to the slaughterhouse nigga
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| Redrum and I’ma be the grave digger
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| And if you want to cap, come cap me
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| I’m trigger happy like my great-grandpappy
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| Just watch for the chrome in my right hand
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| My second entry from the diary of a madman
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| Dear diary, help me cause I’m frantic
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| S-sometimes I think I’m going schizophrantic
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| The world’s looking dark for instance
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| Maybe cause I’m looking from a distance
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| But then again I wear a blindfold
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| Staring at the motherfucking world with my eyes closed
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| To myself I’m a stranger
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| Walking in the foot steps of danger
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| It’s a long path ahead of me
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| I gotta get somewhere cause everybody here is scared of me
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| I had a job but they fired me My wife walked out now I’m living in my diary |