(Verse 1 MILES )

(Quiet voice)

What year is this?

My life is doomed, I couldn't be more blue if I was in a crip set

Slit my wrist just to see red

Strippers calling me pathetic and there’s sluts in here twerking for a big check

Respect a bitch sit on my leg, put your clit on my leg

You niggas think I'm playing when I say I grab that butcher knife

And stash it underneath the mattress I almost had it I was about to stab my dad with it

Wishing he got that restraining order (heh) I would have handled it myself

Had visions of his body dangling from a belt, he’s gasping, hanging

I can tell his life is almost over, praying that the pain is overwhelming

The excruciating, saying just remain calm for a few more minutes

When I’m finished your gonna need a fucking dentist to identify this nigga

When it rains it pours, the windows panes a metaphor

For pain the widow fuels her husband slain, my son was young

And forced to stay his innocents spend life in prison

Villainized, for killing someone he’s ashamed of sharing the same name with

Pain to see him living so he made a victim out the man and victimized his brain for years and terrorized

His family stabbed em in his trachea, fuck up his ligaments

Made him into dirt, blood squirt from his little bitch

He made me smile, you could see the twinkle in my eye

The blood pouring into a puddle from the sky, what an exquisite way to die

(Verse 2 Luui )

My hand and death are canvas so he could draw a last breath

Hard sketches artist, tracing up a last step

Spit it out till the day we talked about in past tense

Dark poems carved into my arm so the art bled

I’ve gone to church, I prayed to Christ, just be brave its ok to die

They say heavens in the sky... That’s a shame I’m afraid of heights

Had faith in friends fake and lies don’t take much money to change a guy

My shaded mind taken life wave and shy say goodbye

I was never “love you miss you type” bits and British pimple bite

Pissed up way from crystal white stick and stab this chiseled life

His wisdom cast and was a gift distant with disfigured life

When daddy told me, I should have been a bit of jizz on a tissue wipe

I lay and im taken back faded off the basement jazz

Fading away awake with my face scraping off the pavement slab

I got the fuck beaten by mug thieving, drug dealers, myth stories I face the addicts

Lift forward when I paste my pattern, a stiff sword I sniff sore

I’m king George when I chase the dragon

The Vickers vivid vision is a victim of the blind

A low life with a crowbar bow tie and some Mozart

A 4-5 and a go kart I'm close by when it goes heart

So find me a tied rope and fine oak

Trail lines of coke a suicide notes

With a bag of lies wipe the eyes

And Watch this visionary cry

An intimate slice

What an exquisite way to die