Momma strung off crack, daddy been gone for years.
Seem like day after day I shed more and more tears.
Don't talk that much want even eat them frosted flakes.
I'm crying a river like I was Justin Timberlake.
I'm pressured to be cool smoking weed and grey goose.
And I can't think straight I'm failing out of High School.
I have no reason to smile my mans took two to the head.
In this project complex with pee stains on the bed.
Sometimes I think should I just grab the chromed out mack.
I got no reason to live Green gone let his brains splat.
And I can't end up like Bobby Brown turning to the crack.
The stuff that I'm selling I'm startin to snort some of that.
And damn I'm starting to fucking up on my pack money.
I'm tired of standing on the curb selling to these crack dummies.
I'm depressed as fuck Tony aint feeling to hot.
I wanna go into the clouds and meet biggie and pac.
I wanna have a conversation with Marvin Gaye.
I wanna see Rick James and hear those famous words he say.(I'M RICK JAMES BITCH!)
I wanna see Moses read the 10 commandments and look at Jesus.
I wanna say you are my god a yes I will please ya.
So I'm ready to go which day gone be my day.
Cause Green depressed ready to fly like Sugar Ray.

Livin on this Earth aint shit , life is a bitch, depression got me fallin and the ground I'm bout to hit.
Cause I'm tired of this shit my world aint right, I'm ah see you all livin in the after life.

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