plannin' my death again, age'n and still debatin' takin' my life and sendin' my soul to whatever comes next.//
it's shit like that that ruins respect but who cares if I'm dead.//
people could shit and piss on my grave, not like I'll feel the effect.//
it's just that, all the hit and miss that comes with this game's, gettin' me frustrated.//
like I've been left hangin', just waiting to fall and hit rock bottom.//
spittin' hot's not the problem, it's stayin' up on top that's the real road block.//
like try'n ta outrun time, and overcome whatever plans fate has for your strife.//
like try'n ta fly without wings, or try'n ta cry without eyes.//
shit'll never happen, if I can't rely on my mind I can't write a good rhyme.//
and if I can't write a good rhyme, I might as well die..//
nothin' left to live for, so this is my last goodbye.//

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Deep shit dawg.
Stay up.

I agree with what dude before me said... this was some deep shit. I'm feelin' where you comin' from kid. Sometimes people got to vent yo, i'm uppin' this joint. Good flow.