so whats the opportunity for me, do i know or does he,
tell me what im destined to be, gotta live cuz life aint free,
ain't no rest-in-me, considered death but cost to much to RIP,
when i moved i thought it was a new beginning, a new grip,
for once i thought i would be winning, but the coin didn't flip,
so instead i slip, deeper and deeper into depression,
lifes a trip, im white but i still feel the universal oppression,
these are my words the you, a souls dying confession!


so its come to the end of the road, no turning back,
the guns chrome and and cold, but the barrels black,
pull back the hammer and CLACK! brains on the bed,
the new jordan shirt is covered in red, theres a hole in the head,
you can see where the gun landed, it left an impression,
these are my words to you, a souls dying confession!

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