Should I, slide cross the wrist or poke my head thru da rope,
Should I, swallow these pills, or maybe police provoke,
Maybe inside this bottle find my body afloat,
or rather, jump like a tear out da window of soul,

Tears behind these teeth I should be crying,
I fell in well so deep I should be dying, lord knows I tried it,
Best don't believe this smile that shit be lying


See this smile on face, that shit's a lie,
I once ran a blade cross my skin don't ask me why I won't tell you,
piles of clothes litter my room, empty food trays condom wrappers pussy consumed,

slim margins for pennies pinched,
pinching on myself real life this can't be it,

Often homies tend to resent,
cause when they on they come up I can't come up shit,

blade ran deeper into my wrist,
the ash from the scratch turn to blood if I persist,
that's a big if with emphasis,
my only cure for stress is thrash chick until content

Down on my luck down in my spirit downing spirits in liquor cups so I don't fear it,

head stone calendar date, took a bite out of life in about to clear my plate,



deep in-to abyss dropped, off da deep end, I had tripped off, mental flimsy, like flip flop, that I kick off, when I bare all, see my bare soul, see these 10 toes, make'em point to da sky, but will my soul still float, if I cause it to fly,
this smile lie, my teeth like cell doors to my feelings, trapped inside depression made my death more appealing, but all you see good times and smiles from my face, friendly with open arms but closed casket I chase probably guilt,
I nearly killed man, bare hands, the second time stabs from knife, off metropolitan,
don't think his status alive, but i had to survive, funny now in this grave yearn to dive,
big face smiling but counterfeit,
Mutombo blocking my urges with common sense,
can't follow thru shot lack confidence,
so I guess I'll stick around until my ending commence,