One of my fav songs...
Suicidal ThoughtsWhen I die, stuff it I wanna go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of junk, it ain't hard to freakin' tell
It don't make sense, goin' to heaven with the goodie-goodies
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies
God will probably have me on some real strict scale
No sleepin' all day, no having fun
Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise
Stuff that thing, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice
All my life I been considered as the worst
Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse
I wonder if I died, would tears come to your eyes?
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this life
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull it
And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red
I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless buddah head
The stress is buildin' up, I can't even think
I can't believe suicide's on my freakin' mind
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is callin' me
Nah you wouldn't understand
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack
Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet
People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me
I reach my peak, I can't speak,
I'm sick of ppl lyin', I'm sick of ppl hawkin',
matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.........