Chronic....mixed..in...now I'm twisted
Blisted and high....
Got these ill feelings of wanting to die..
They say men not supposed to cry..
Carrying so much on these shoulders...
Feel like I'm underwater trapped by heavy boulders..
That would prolly be a cruel way to go...
Wouldn't want anyone to know...
Might be labeled a coward or some shit
Cuz I wanted to end it quick..
Slit wrists
Would be sloppy shit...
Pop a few vicodin...
Way to get it in
Then again....
A loaded 9mm to the dome...
What a way to send me home..
Shit if I missed...
I'd be hella pissed....
Jump in front of an "L" train..
Wonder if I would feel that pain..
Jump from the Sears Tower and fall flat...
Splat...
Ugh!!! Who would wanna deal with that....
A myriad of possibilities
Of killing me...
Releasing me from so much pain...
Maybe I should go postal...but shit no beef with anyone
In particular but one..
Lol....I seem so disturbed...
Eyes so red...I'm on the verge
Of one of these
Suicidal tendencies...
Of 1 that will succeed
At my devilish deed...
As sick as these thoughts flow from my head..
Can't help but think I'm better off dead..
Oh no...
Migo..
Don't go....
Why not....
No one shed a tear
Never was happy here...
One Love
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