(worse things come to worse, I fucking die a tragic death or some shit. I'm not able to see out my dreams, I at least want to know that the kids perceived my message, and were able to make something of themselves and able to take my message...)

It's a Friday night I spend most of them alone

Call the 1-800 number saved inside my phone

Less I finally pull the trigger before the operator answers

Don't be so surprised if you find my brains blown

Out

And i'm lost in my mind

They tell me where's your will to live that's what i'm gonna have to find

Bank finds it suspicious that my card just keeps a charging

Sell a soul for rich and fame man you think that that's a bargain?

Have to take my chances

Be good to become famous

And if that doesn't work i'll put my soul up on the line

Other rappers do it but i wanna be diverse

Call out a devils angel make a situation worse

Grab a hold your phone get a hold of a nurse

Suicide note put it into one verse

Looking for some closure but it seems really far

Someone break my heart i proceed to spit bars

If i vibe with you you gon' shatter my heart

So my heart i'll ignore and look to the stars

All of this pain man i wish i was dead

.37 bullet put it straight through my head

The end is coming near and that's something i don't dread

Put the barrel to my ear and load my brain full of lead

(love you guys have a good one)