Dead.
 

Truth is what your life is based upon, but the truth never existed, your life is a lie.

Time after time, I debate my own life
whats there to live for, blunts? bitchs? shit i'd rather die
i feel the vibe, the pulse, the hate, the grain, the bullit peircing a hole through my brain, tryin to stay sane, pain, its a game, cant feel suffering, its an illusion, tamed, wild like a child, payed by the fame, death, creepin near my bed, left to die, with no dread, just a bullit through my head, enuff said, im finally dead.