24 hours before Ima let these suicidal thoughts take
full effect/
thinkin bout puttin a teck to my neck over a
lost bet/
I know the clock is tickin, gotta say good-bye to my
fam/
maybe the pain will be quick if i put my face up to high speed
fan/
i might as well get rid of my foes, for talkin all that mess to my face/
should roll up to they spot laced wit explosives, and blow up the whole place/
I think I'll do that, lets roll and get the C-4 out the
trunk/
They wont even notice it after they come back from the bar
drunk/
only 300 minutes left, I might as well come back when i only
five/
wait till i got 10 seconds left, then run in they spot while I'm in it, and blow it sky high/
As my 10 seconds turn to none, its like someone's throwin my lungs, cuz i cant catch my breath/
as my 24 hours ran out, the smoke turned to a bright light as i met my death/