Here's some shit about suicide and ghettho life. Check this:

When I die I wonder what'll happen to me
Will I fly straight up to heaven or like someone pretendin' to be
Go straight to hell, I'll never tell of my sorrow
Sittin' there wonderin' will I be alive tomorrow
My insides are all tied, I never cried
Or gave up my pride, never shot a nigga up just for the fuckin' East Side
As I sat and watched, a family died in front of my eyes
Nothin' but lies, and destroyed lives
Cut through a mans life like a hot hot knives
I'm tyin' to survive, keep my head up
I'm sick of drivebys and blowin' nigga houses sup'
I gotta escape my opwn body and go to a better place
No more meaningless sex and panties covered in lace
I hold a pistol with a bullet, my hand on the trigga
Tell my mom I went straight outta life like a prideful nigga

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The Madman

Breakdancer in Brooklyn