every since i was a minor I wanted to be hired
in the music industry, but that dream became the end of me
the final chapter of my legacy, this could be my last breath to breath....
my final release of the collecting stress in me....

why did it slip my mind?how could i live my mixtapes behind
i usually always keep them to my side as my pride
and comfide all my agression i build up inside that i hide
deep that under my mind but now as i cry

i pull the knife closer to my eye.....

that was my last chance...my final opportunity to advance
almost like a last dance...but i will tango with the devel
I know its a sin but I cannot live through the tangle i cannot settle
the balnce between the morals and the horror doest seem to level

i begin sweating...

its drips over my palms, my hands shake
my nerves are shock I struggle to remain calm
i stare at the narrow tip of the blade
it's no longer a weapon to me its a save
from not living my days as my only dream
it seems now i no longer heave when I bleed
it all feel apart-my eyellashes were cut by the sharp
knife that send chills when i felt my puepil split apart
the knife touch the middle of my brain
the white tee was stained as my own blood rained

the worst part was....the rap game was only a phase...

sad aint it lol