Relik a.k.a MBenz:
Dear I
as I sit and ponder my last know piece to existence,
Portray the truth and unweild the lies to ask God for forgiveness,
"I sit on my deathbed half of an hour till I die," I wonder what next to imply,
I stare to the sky and ask why but I hear nothing back this being I repeatedly try,
"I know the problems I've caused and I know what you're trying to ensue to me,
But lets start off with the good on how I tried to save my own community,
If any problems around here were caused I'd try to play diplomatic immunity,
My mental stability cool as it could be but usually police weren't near to help numerously,
This enraged me how can I try to help what doesn't want to be saved,
I become portrayed as a gangster just like any other by this is bound to become enslaved,
These thought need to be taken out but I can't forget I've only got one half hour left,
I need to move swiftly I don't want to not finish this 'cause of the kiss from Sicily, (Sicilian Kiss of Death)
And then now to the bad, oh my god wait I'm seeing a distant figure relative to someone I know,
But I cant tell for sure so I'm going to wait, now its speaks to me so soft and low,
This cant be it I know I'm done yet 30 more seconds is left as time for me,
Dear God I love my friends and family now excuse me while I leave elegant and passively,"
Sincerely,
I


SkiddLeZZ:
Dear Chris,
My Life,My love,My days have passed so quickly/
Living as a poor man, to die ever so richly/
I have only thirty minutes to survive before a sudden end/
Throughout all that I lived, problems I couldn't comprehend/
My reputation and my style of living is so tainted/
Given a whole text book on my life, and my death,can't explain it/
I look back at the way, I treated my girl in such vain/
I didn't realize how bad it was, until I saw that I'm leavin her in pain/

I give my heart unto her, and my memories in my mind/
If life was a VCR,I would go back, if there was a rewind/
Then there would be no pain, my life filled with her love/
Now its painfully slow, like a gun literally spittin up slugs/
I don't care much about life, or the minutes that are ticking/
My love is being left, in the aura, of when I thought I was living/
But its too late now, These 30 minutes I have left,of my life/
If I had a second chance,settin things straight,make 'em right/
It isn't suicide, it isn't murder about to ,next minutes,occur/
If only I had one extra minute, to express,how I truly Love her/
It takes only a half hour left in life, to get what i am seeing/
And how I treated her,myself, is beein seen,but im not believing/
But I can't leave what I have, whatever I wanted is lost/
I came to the devils office with value, left with no cost/
Now I lose what I thought, didn't matter In my whole life/
Living In Material Riches, Now I'm dying In Life's Strife/
Realizing what you have, knowing it is too late to refuse it/
Then Finding out what really counts,when you finally lose it/
Proves how much life can be, so full of Material Illusions/
Because you don't know what you have until you finally lose it/

I didn't lose my life, that is of no value at all to me, anymore/
Like the layers of the earth, My life revolved around her,as my core/

Sincerely,
Chris

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