Let's talk about a nigga done lost his head

Maybe a mulatto woulda only been half dead

All his grounds quicksand ain't nothing to believe in

He just cynical but they call him a heathen

Lean up on da people's kid more than himself

Happiness is worthless, money where he find his wealth

I can't feel you no more

It ain't the real you no more

Come back cry in my arms

I don't mean you no harm

You know I'll listen but you won't speak

You know I'll show you, you won't peak

I know it ain't the truth that you seek

They call you strong but I see you weak

I know it ain't the truth that you seek

...

There was peace when there was nothing left

You found Nirvana with a little death

There was peace when there was nothing left

You found Nirvana with a little death

Can't believe it won't believe it, what we come to?

You staring down the barrel of a gun too?

But it ain't my finger or yours behind the trigger

Ain't nobody worried, "down another nigga," huh?

You mistook denial for depression

Then the Kid gave you new direction

Caught myself, lulled into a groove

Scope still at the head, make sure you watch your move

You was taken out by a nigga darker than me

Click... Click... spark it I'm free

You given up on everybody close to you

People's Kid'll tell you that is what you supposed to do

That's too deep that's too real

I'm just saying how I feel

There was peace when there was nothing left

You found Nirvana with our little death

There was peace when there was nothing left

You found Nirvana with our little death

There was peace when there was nothing left

You found Nirvana with a little death

There was peace when there was nothing left

You found Nirvana with a little death