sometimes i jus feel like...cuttin, i jus might
at my neck wit da blade...i wanna end life tonight
but i cant go through, so i grab my piece
insert tha bullet into, not lettin any regrets get to me
pull once, my shit click...twice, it click again
worndein if it hurts worst than stabbin myself wit a pen
but then again i pause, feels like im waitin too damn long
momz keep fussin, wish i had a mute button to push on
then i realize im 15, suicide is tha wrong thing
tears are formin, demons are swomin...maybe dats what it seems
lookin death in tha face through tha form of a gat
if i do die, who at tha funeral?, who really got my back
they dont carry me when im down, jus like da hataz did jesus
but when im helpin them they got me, jus like da hataz did jesus
so muthafuckin emotional right now i can scream
i pull tha trigga tha last time *BOOM*...but it was all a dream
^^^gotta be one of my deepest pieces written in like 20min...*not braggin*...lol