| This is a piece that I wrote
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| When I was on some ole, low down down low feelin, depressed shit
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| Y’know what I’m sizzlin?
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| It contains, heh, three suicide letters to my peeps
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| Well actually uh two suicide letters
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| Y’know what I’m sizzlin?
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| I wrote it in rhyme form
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| But I’m gonna try to read it to the best of my ability
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| Y’know what I’m sizzlin?
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| So bear with me
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| Listen to the lyrics, check it out.
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| Picture me in that casket, blasted
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| Never nobody knew how long the pain lasted
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| Keep my eyes tight I’m frightened
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| But I fights like Tyson
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| When playin' this game of life I’m losin', longin' to be enlightened
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| Absorb my mind state
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| Reduce the crime rate and take me out
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| When runnin' toward the Lord I see 'em fake me out
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| Shook me so from church I played hookie
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| Listen to the words of a brotha
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| The sick stutter
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| So ya better better get the get the bags ready
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| Comin' killa killa like Scagnetti
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| My brains contaminated, hella rotten
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| It wasn’t me who killed you (Who was it, what was it)
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| The affects of the mildew, my brains wilted
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| In my eyes the world is a bit tilted
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| Lord take me away before somebody else get killed
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| Bloods spills seriously
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| This is the letter to my homies I’ll be missin'
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| God told me to behold a pale horse but I didn’t listen
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| It’s hard mane
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| My life is scarred mane
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| I’m losin' my mind
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| So now it’s time
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| Sincerely signed N9ne
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| (I just wanna die)
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| I don’t wanna wake up
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| I don’t wanna cause that’s the way
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| That I feel I’m barely hangin on
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| (I just wanna die)
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| I don’t wanna wake up
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| I don’t wanna wake up cause that’s the way
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| It has to be
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| (Man, this is to my wife, check it out)
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| I made your life a livin' hell with my infidelity
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| Remember you tell me
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| All I gave a damn about was weed, stems, and melodies
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| Remeber ya spent thirty minutes in the hospital parking lot crying
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| When the blood test read the baby of another woman was mine
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| Should’ve left long time ago like Mary J. say
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| Just let it go like Ray J
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| I know your momma heard you yelling May Day
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| Spent my life trying to R A to the P
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| You were sick of me always being B to the R O K to the E
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| There was nothing else left for me
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| I was a bum
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| But you still wanted some
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| Through the rain, snow, and thunder
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| Foul-ups, bleeps, and blunders
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| But no man shall tear a sunder is what you said
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| Shoulda put multi bullets in my head
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| When you found that Evil Instinct was a song
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| But the events actually went on
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| This is the letter
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| To my homie, my friend who put up with me for 8
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| So now to take me really quickly’s my fate
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| I’m sorry
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| For makin it hard
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| I know you’re scarred
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| I’m losin' my mind
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| So now it’s time
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| Sincerely signed N9ne
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| I love y’all
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| The dynamic duo, my babies
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| It ain’t your fault that your daddies crazy
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| Donny I miss you drummin'
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| Like me, one day you’ll be rulin'
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| Lilly I miss you always in my face yellin' «Daddy what ya dooyin'?»
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| You two are the reason why I’m still standin' today
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| But I’m sixteen-hundred miles away
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| And it gets my heart sinkin'
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| When I start thinkin' 'bout you babies
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| I heavily start drinkin' on a daily
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| Puffin', I see in my heart I gots to toughin'
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| Can’t see me leavin' my angels with nothin'
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| So I keep bustin'
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| Use my pain
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| For you two I gotta come up in the game
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| Fly planes to an island so one day you can do the same with yours
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| Love you galore and I ain’t playin'
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| Makin' me put a end to the suicidal mindstate sayin'
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| (Tech N9ne says this during the chorus)
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| Ya, thats what a nigga was on y’know what I’m sizzlin'? |
| Sh.
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| But as you can tell
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| Like I said, I can’t leave my angels with nothin'
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| So I gotta keep bustin', y’know what I’m sayin'?
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| Suicide ain’t my thang
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| Never ever gonna be my thang when I know I got my love
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| So we just gon sit back
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| Write these rhymes, make these mills
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| And chill
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| Don Juan
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| Tech N9ne |