Sometimes this world is to sick to see,

that all it brings along is pain and misery,

so when i need to take a time out i put on pac and he speaks to me,

"i wake up in the mornin and i ask myself,

is life worth livin should i blast myself",

memorys of better days rushin through my mind,

i wish i could just say fuck this and leave it all behind,

why dont i pull the trigger while this gun as at my temple,

just one bullet can end my it'd be simple,

but i couldn't stand for my mom to shed a tear,

i cant be the one to fullfil her deepest fear,

no matter the pressur i gotta keep my head above the water,

ima make it through this life thats been nothin but mindless slaughter,

i ain't givin up ain't an ounce of quiter in me,

thats the breakdown put plain and simply,

First there was two sets of footprints in the sand,

Then there was one set of footprints in the sand,

When times get hard and i aint got a plan,

God don't walk with me, he carry me man,