Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Suicide Letters, artist - Tech N9ne. Album song Anghellic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 10.02.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: MSC Entertainment, Strange
Song language: English
Suicide Letters |
This is a piece that I wrote |
When I was on some ole, low down down low feelin, depressed shit |
Y’know what I’m sizzlin? |
It contains, heh, three suicide letters to my peeps |
Well actually uh two suicide letters |
Y’know what I’m sizzlin? |
I wrote it in rhyme form |
But I’m gonna try to read it to the best of my ability |
Y’know what I’m sizzlin? |
So bear with me |
Listen to the lyrics, check it out. |
Picture me in that casket, blasted |
Never nobody knew how long the pain lasted |
Keep my eyes tight I’m frightened |
But I fights like Tyson |
When playin' this game of life I’m losin', longin' to be enlightened |
Absorb my mind state |
Reduce the crime rate and take me out |
When runnin' toward the Lord I see 'em fake me out |
Shook me so from church I played hookie |
Listen to the words of a brotha |
The sick stutter |
So ya better better get the get the bags ready |
Comin' killa killa like Scagnetti |
My brains contaminated, hella rotten |
It wasn’t me who killed you (Who was it, what was it) |
The affects of the mildew, my brains wilted |
In my eyes the world is a bit tilted |
Lord take me away before somebody else get killed |
Bloods spills seriously |
This is the letter to my homies I’ll be missin' |
God told me to behold a pale horse but I didn’t listen |
It’s hard mane |
My life is scarred mane |
I’m losin' my mind |
So now it’s time |
Sincerely signed N9ne |
(I just wanna die) |
I don’t wanna wake up |
I don’t wanna cause that’s the way |
That I feel I’m barely hangin on |
(I just wanna die) |
I don’t wanna wake up |
I don’t wanna wake up cause that’s the way |
It has to be |
(Man, this is to my wife, check it out) |
I made your life a livin' hell with my infidelity |
Remember you tell me |
All I gave a damn about was weed, stems, and melodies |
Remeber ya spent thirty minutes in the hospital parking lot crying |
When the blood test read the baby of another woman was mine |
Should’ve left long time ago like Mary J. say |
Just let it go like Ray J |
I know your momma heard you yelling May Day |
Spent my life trying to R A to the P |
You were sick of me always being B to the R O K to the E |
There was nothing else left for me |
I was a bum |
But you still wanted some |
Through the rain, snow, and thunder |
Foul-ups, bleeps, and blunders |
But no man shall tear a sunder is what you said |
Shoulda put multi bullets in my head |
When you found that Evil Instinct was a song |
But the events actually went on |
This is the letter |
To my homie, my friend who put up with me for 8 |
So now to take me really quickly’s my fate |
I’m sorry |
For makin it hard |
I know you’re scarred |
I’m losin' my mind |
So now it’s time |
Sincerely signed N9ne |
I love y’all |
The dynamic duo, my babies |
It ain’t your fault that your daddies crazy |
Donny I miss you drummin' |
Like me, one day you’ll be rulin' |
Lilly I miss you always in my face yellin' «Daddy what ya dooyin'?» |
You two are the reason why I’m still standin' today |
But I’m sixteen-hundred miles away |
And it gets my heart sinkin' |
When I start thinkin' 'bout you babies |
I heavily start drinkin' on a daily |
Puffin', I see in my heart I gots to toughin' |
Can’t see me leavin' my angels with nothin' |
So I keep bustin' |
Use my pain |
For you two I gotta come up in the game |
Fly planes to an island so one day you can do the same with yours |
Love you galore and I ain’t playin' |
Makin' me put a end to the suicidal mindstate sayin' |
(Tech N9ne says this during the chorus) |
Ya, thats what a nigga was on y’know what I’m sizzlin'? |
Sh. |
But as you can tell |
Like I said, I can’t leave my angels with nothin' |
So I gotta keep bustin', y’know what I’m sayin'? |
Suicide ain’t my thang |
Never ever gonna be my thang when I know I got my love |
So we just gon sit back |
Write these rhymes, make these mills |
And chill |
Don Juan |
Tech N9ne |