Though about suicide, thought about it again
Fuckin stressful shit, jus want it to end
Thought about whatd it be like, and how Id do it
Find a high building? Or find a stray bullet
Would people miss me? Nothings like it seems
So I come to RB to letf off some steam

hmmm...

i'd would be tempting with a bottle of mad 20/20.. i first thing would cause rage thru my entire school building//
fillin my friends head up screamin "i don't give a fuck".. cuss my teachers out tell the principal to suck my big nuts//
after that i'd go to the snack shake n take all the candy.. when the police come i'll dip out the back hopin they ain't see me//
while i'm still on my journey i'll go see my P.O. Jerry.. just on top of his desk piss on his face then run away with my pants sagging//
i'd prolly not kill a person but a phew i'd put in the hospital.. then so sit in a dark room get out a pen paper an start writin loods//
my first letter would be to my dear baby motha.. confess about my lien and to kiss my son and the many girls i cheated on her witha//
my second would have to be to my my lil brother.. tellin him to keep his head up and we'll meet again the world isn't over//
The third to my older sibling including my mother an father.. the pain that i've caused them would turn over and no more drama//
but yall remember i still have a bottle of 20/20.. go to the grave yard find victors grave an pour the rest on where he lays//
then walk around until i find my grandmothers spot.. then sit there with a candle an a letter i wrote to hear too//
i choose not to move until my final minutes was up.. bells start to ring then i notice my 24 hours is up//

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~Sitting In Elevation Position~


Free
Agent

Just A Sick Newbie

Murked - Lust

Lost - None

In my final 24 hours of livin', I'd really strive to be givin'
Give a buck fifty to da needy, help them to keep on livin'
Chill with my parents, goin' over the real good times
Meet my girl and do somethin' too vulgar for this rhyme
I'd look back in my life and learn to approve of myself
Listenin' to other fuckas ain't good for my mental health
Do everything in my limited power to keep loved ones safe
Teach my neices and nephews about livin' and keepin' face
And at the end of the day, I'd be in my room, all alone
Havin' conversations with god, tellin' him I'm ready to come home.

with twenty four left/ id probably relax and enjoy breath/
and be happy with what i got cause i could have had less/
ive had love and ive had stress/ my life has seen organization/
and seen mess/ clutter put together seam-less/ see this/
is hour five/ time to get off the couch and do something with my life/
cause hey im still alive/ call my peeps and tell em how much i love them/
and that ill always be there/ make your own decisions but always be fair/
then id kiss the sky/ and talk with the man/ hope he understands/
that my decisions were made on instinct and were not the plan/
cause it seems i fell off at times/ but i got back up /
its hard but it seems harder for me/

in the last 24 hourz I slept...woke up...
got ready...got purple haze and smoked up...
went out with my fam...came back to go with friendz...
went over to my niggaz crib...played X Box...smoked again...
came back...got online...talked to my ex on the phone...
she told me how she missed when we had sex at my home...
came back online...typed a rhyme...and I'm near to the finish...
it was this rhyme I'm typin' now and I'm still here to this minute...

Whens its over, I'd do all I can,
Celebrate my childhood, then becoming a man.
So much to do, so many to see.
But I'd die today and tomorrow by just bein' me.
Make that convo last just one more second.
Smile more, laugh, and make sure my hugs meant it.
I'd hold my moms and I'd stay up late.
Knowin its my time to go Heaven's Gate.
Do the things I love to do, and say alot of my bads,
But its time for Kyto to roll, its time to meet up wit my Dads.

(R.I.P TK 11-30-1995) See you when I get there.

If I 24 hours, bitches would fall like the twin towers, I'd spray in showers
Swiftly fuck bitches, givin' no flowers, rippin' snitches, Runnin' ya into ditches
Goin' to Kansas City would be deadly, The emptyin' of clips would be a medly
Fuck the Police they can't arrest me, They can't contest me, They the fuckin' Ho-lice
I'll let pay the lease on they grave, fuck everyone I don't have to behave
I'll smoke trees, Cuz I ain't got much time, I'll put everyone in a chalk outline

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24 hours ta live, i got a lot ta give//
yeild food to tha poor, buy mom a crib//
buy poor babies bibs, fuck them hott gurls//
smack them fools wearin gerry curls//
get a chocolate vanilla swirl, b4 dinna//
then eat more food than a glutony sinna//
then go home , watch ma favorite shows//
only 24 hours to live really blows//

24 to live i would enter a gun fight with no gun
bust gats to kill in a dessert despite theres no one
i hope hell is nice
talk shit to suge knight have him hang me out the window like vanilla ice
and laugh like its funny
rob a bank for fun then give them bacc the money
climb to the top of a mountain with no rope and dive
0:03, 0:02, 0:01, 0:00, ........what the fucc.......they liiieeeeeeeed

My last 24 hours would be nothing but sweet/
I'd be fuckin, killin, and duckin, a expert in the street/
I'd get a pound of dro and face 15 blunts-fuck weed/
And get high ass hell and go on a killin spree, excerpt on the creep/
Any nigga in range, within point blank or 50 feet//
I takin em out, no questions asked/
If you rollin wit a nigga, no worrin bout a blunt gettin passed/
I'm going out like fuck the world its so corrupted, It figures it last, shit//
Fuckin bitches that I neva knew b-4, its gettin jrastic//
My last 24 hours is all in a days work you can have~it///

rotation around the clock, im lookin at the time go by/
wonderin what is on the other side, when i shall die//
last moments, last minutes, and the very last seconds/
24 hours aint enough for my mental status, it aint even pleasant//
living the life to the fullest, enthrallin' the caged memoirs/
takin' time to ponder up memories, force'n to escape like meteors//
like the bullets on the tabloids, rumors of chaos terrorizin' the front page/
it's like while im still alive, my 24 hours will subside-into-a-RAGE//
dark clouds hoverin over my cranium/
next life ....imma enjoy it......heavenly father im saved to HIM//

for MY final day...
you don't wanna KNOW what i'd have tah do/
i'd go right back to my CATH'lic school/
and stroll right into the girls' locker room/
and rape the showering girls, who are nude/
after my nuts gush from sluts, the teacher's cut/
i'd stab her fat ass in the back and in the gut/
"what tha fuck," i'd have to say, when i get detention for a month/
he might duck, but i'd kill the princibal for my next stunt/
then i'd go home, all covered up in blood,/
give the finger to the sky, and say,"Fuck you" to God above./

I Only Have 24 Hours To Live This Life
Between Me And Death There's A Strife
Dont Wanna Leave, So Much I Havent Seen
Im Hopin Its A Dream Cuz Im Only A Teen
If This Is The Truth, I Must Pay My Dues
I Look Down At My Neck Theres A Noose
My Time Is Comin Only About 3 More Hours
I See My Grave, There Are Billions Of Flowers
Start To Read My Tombstone, It Sed
"Our Loving Son, Who Didnt Deserve Death"
A Bright Light Appeared In Front Of My Eyes
I Cant Believe, It Wuz Like They Described
Heaven At Last, Never Thought I Would Be Here
So With A Final Gasp, Down My Face Came A Tear

twenty four street battles to earn that real respect
twenty three handshakes, from freshly battered vets
twenty two jabs to the twenty fourths egotistical neck
twenty one rounds of jack, but havent been poisoned yet
twenty minutes with sway and tech, best believe I'll catch wreck
nineteen bitches to break in my mattress
eighteen condoms, and one fat bitch
seventeen seconds till sixteen backs in
fifteen hours, and nothings been accomplished
fourteen murders, in which I was the witness and accomplice
thirteen stabs, till I embed you with blade deposits
twelve pints of blood, to throw on some lazy doctors
eleven cars to pick, and a suitcase in a locker
ten living in this house, I won't go down alone
jumped on top of everyone, and compounded fractured bones
nine got caught up in the confusion
eight o'clock, I woke up, had a day left, but didn't use it
seven cans of beer drank, as I write down my entire dream
six minutes left, I can feel death looming over me
five it's going black, momma pray for me
all the sudden, I dropped, but still had three minutes....three......damn

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With my last Twenty Four..I'd getta Few Girl's
still Wishin I had Plenty-More have Many Whores..
I'd smoke a Blunt to my Haters In life, Why
Because it's Not Only me thats Gunna Die..
Get High. Thinking where when and Why Life.
Had to End Qiuckley. I'll miss G's and O-e forty's
With My homies..I'd Kick It with my Family..
Then thank God for the Ground i Was Standing. Laughing
Dont have reason for my actions. Because theres no Reaction
Of my ways and Feelings, but then it's the End Of days..
asking why God had to Make Me actually End This Way..
Hope-fully SomeOne actually takes the Time To read this..
Look at Life then Finally See-it..but dirt Covers Sinners..
Loser's Lose Winners..And relize that Not everyone Has Nice Dinners..
Anyway..Life could end Anyday..But for me its 24 Hours. It ends Today..


damn^^wtf..it wasnt supposed to be so Down...

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