Down at the Cemetary in my hand the Obituary of all of my fallen family members that died this year already/

In my mind my ex girl acquaintance I think to myself maybe you'd still be here if I had'nt lost my patience/

My brother charles thou art in heaven, If it wasn't for your still-birth maybe you'd live to see seven/

Years old, Years Cold, It might take me years to realize how my life's told/

Unfold certain mysteries about my past, but they clear up fast like fallen ashes from the hash/

I smoked marijuana, unsafe sex and drank liquor before its rights, This also could be the reason for all my sleepless nights/

Wakin up in cold sweats loss of breath, Maybe this is just God tellin me I might be next/

Two weeks till my twenty first birthday the time's goin quick, Sometimes I look at my Schick and wonder if one slit could end my life quick/

Suicide, Homicide, Inside Outside these thoughts all flowin through my mind/

Deep felt feelings with no one to tell, Even God's against me, One more wrong move I end up in hell/

Life's my jail cell, Bread and Water, Why do people now call me a 21st Century martyr/

Lie and cheat, The rest defeat, cause no one cares whether I'm great in life or deceased/

But Time will tell in this War goin on in my mental institution crammed in my head/

With a straight jacket wrapped so tight I'm losin circulation I'm turnin red/

Breathe is fadin now will you miss me/

Or will you be another in the world that dismisses me?/

If you choose so let it be/

Cause I dont wanna be on this Earth no more God just let me free/

Good Bye