he idolized the ginuwine//
singin high of clementine//
head held high, tearful eyes//
holdin the nine next to his mind//
u missed the signs, all in his rhymes//
played blues notes live, lost his prize//
lost his will, he barely tries//
not real wise, thinks it's better to die//
verbal cries, his life's a lie//
hid his feelins behind disguise//
spent his time gettin high//
filty guy, drinkin wine//
snortin lines, never dined//
on the outside this man looks perfectly fine//
but the cop rushed to find//
a lifeless body that lies//
on my bed, that ressembles mine//