man this aint fun
livin n wishin i had a fuckin gun
to spray off my pain n One
suicide is not wat i want
but tha chance are 1 in a million
i die n leave someone
missin me, on my own
all alone in my home
is probably wats gonna encrypte on my stone
burried in a grave yard hautin vimont
has tha guost that always high n stoned
made out off smoke but i aint gone
n im still here for does who's on
againt life n againts there mom
n those who got em, keep puttin my songs on
even if it belong wit me in my toub ston
where did we go wrong
i hope n believe some, alive's will be still feelin me
anyway who fuckin care im already d.e.a.d.
so pleez tell me why y'all hate me