In my final 24 hours of livin', I'd really strive to be givin'
Give a buck fifty to da needy, help them to keep on livin'
Chill with my parents, goin' over the real good times
Meet my girl and do somethin' too vulgar for this rhyme
I'd look back in my life and learn to approve of myself
Listenin' to other fuckas ain't good for my mental health
Do everything in my limited power to keep loved ones safe
Teach my neices and nephews about livin' and keepin' face
And at the end of the day, I'd be in my room, all alone
Havin' conversations with god, tellin' him I'm ready to come home.