im not gana sit and talk
bout outline bodys of chalk
how i sweep up money like a hawk
bout shootin guns i dont have cuz im locked
down in prison i am not
and i wasnt knocked
off my feet in the strugle of my block
im not gana talk bout pimpin hoes
dodgin feds, runnin from poes
im not gana talk bout my fancy jewlry or my clothes
my fancy cars, how i own a few bars
i talk bout how life is hard
ill talk bout me, and what i see
my friends and my family
my moms and dads cuz noone tryna murder me
not that i know of, but i can talk bout me
cant talk bout alot but this is what i wanna be

im not tryna be the judge of life and death or nothin
i go through some pain some sorrow but thats jus somethen
that we all go through but i know it will get better
i dont need to start sendin out my death letters
i dont got a motive for murder
my life has moved slow as a blur
and theres no cure, for me not havin an interesting life

i have never been on parole
never been chased cuz the devil wants my soul
but i do know the devil
he aint after me cuz im a rebel
plus me and him on another level
part of me isnt constantly dieing
part of me is allways trying
i allways cry while i am home, cuz im alone
15 yrs grown, my future is unknown
will i be this will i be that
will i be thin will i be fat
im not really afraid of death
im not really afraid to bleed
im afriad to be leaved
alone when im older
and end up doin all this shit for free

im not tryna be the judge of life and death or nothin
i go through some pain some sorrow but thats jus somethen
that we all go through but i know it will get better
i dont need to start sendin out my death letters
i dont got a motive for murder
my life has moved slow as a blur
and theres no cure, for me not havin an interesting life

my life used to be of no pistols some cain
it was kinda strang, it effected my brain
it left some stains left me straind
now that ive changed, im sorta deranged
im glad im outa the game, but now
it seems im drivin down a one way lane, the worng way
im goin nowhere, real fast
shouled i start again and pick up a blast
pick up my drugs and my cast
cuz now im called a lunitic
and people dont understand the reasons behind it
how i can think nonscensly real quick
how im riding real slick, wit a plastic pick
cuz my hairs gettin real thick
i wanna hear my hearts final tick
i wanna see my brains final flick
cuz my minds kinda sick, and i wanna see my eyes wick
get blown out and then im out
and my mouth wont open to shout
so my ears stop hearin cuz theres nuttin to hear
arms stop movin i start to think i didnt drink enough beer
my bloods stopin my hearts stopin
i didnt think ide be shot dien on a curv 'n
damn man, im still a virgen

im not tryna be the judge of life and death or nothin
i go through some pain some sorrow but thats jus somethen
that we all go through but i know it will get better
i dont need to start sendin out my death letters
i dont got a motive for murder
my life has moved slow as a blur
and theres no cure, for me not havin an interesting life