Part 2

I'm done with the hurt take my system of nerves, rip it out, throw it all over tha curb, Cuz Life's werth what I stand on, ur face I would never lay a hand on see thas just my clever handlin,
is like i can't accept tha fact that ur gone, i block out anything anyone ever says about u if not i'd b rapped in ur song, Tightly grippin on u like ur thong but u can't chill w/ sum1 who hits da bong, wtf, shut up, u smoke dont lie, i choke then i'm high so if u can't talk to me why?, U gota understand it's been 4 years, and ur man's dun nuthin but build more fears, no will to deplore tears cuz if u shed'um ery1 thinks your queer, but shit ery thug cries don't be surprised i see thru ya lies the thing is it just hurts me inside, u rip my intestines out so u can make my stomik more wide, cuz i can't handle tha truth wen u runn-it i hide, life- i'll gun-it wit pride, it's sum dumb shit ta lie so im'a keep my integrity while i keep gettin high