as i sit back and relise my lifes goin to hell
i remember that year in jail
i know im goin back to that 6 by 9 cell
so i think of suicide
what the point in tryin to survive
if we all here to die
so i grab the 9 and put it to my dome
as i sit here at home alone
i pull the trigger then comes the boom and im gone
i see my life flash be for my eyes
and then i relise
that my whole life i was dispised
allways been told lies
as i lay on the couch in a bloody mess
i relise i have suicidle thoughts b/c of stress
finally i wake up from this dream
i get up and plan a new scheme

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