[Judicious]

My suicidal ideation

Has got me puking crying, dying aching

And my throat waiting for my next do or die idea of my creation

Breakin my trachea after I tripped on a rake on a stake out

Ordered it take out, then proceeded to make out with this bitch

Then I raped her fuckin brains out

Can’t stop feelin depressed, I’m too stressed

Unless I ingest some cess, that feels the best

But I can’t get the rest of this shit off my chest

Guess I’m not blessed enough to clean this mess up

Don’t repress any I let it out, could give a fuck less

Quinny you ain't in pain you're a soldier

Why do I feel like so much fuckin weight on my shoulders

Like a dump truck loaded with boulders the older I get my heart grows colder

I've cried so many god damn tears over the years it's over

Drank so many solo beers fuck my peers who can't maintain sober

Drained the brain of sane thoughts in with the insane

Thousands of thoughts in my head, some I’m caught up I dread

I’m prayin I don’t get the ones sayin get dropped and be dead

Do it to yourself

Fuckin fuck fuckin fuck fuck Kill Me