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I am at my bedside
Contemplating suicide;
In my mind, a minute to decide.
Pull the trigger
Death is easy, quicker
My brain matter,
The wall behind, blood splatter;
A glass of water, nothing further
Before I pull the trigger;
Get a pillow, gun nozzle hollow
Bring together to silence the echo;
After birth, next death
The dark side of this earth;
Death is a mystery
But many choose it to end their misery;
Devils’ officiated ceremony
A fool’s choice to end his agony;
Death is a mystic logic
Each time fuzzy and tragic;
Now I am on verge, I am at the edge
So please get Sister Sledge to sing my dirge
All surrendered by the Feds;
Life is a bitch;
Drugs quick scheme rich;
I know there’s no place for me in Heaven
Unless I get the chance to be forgiven;
Now I’m breathing, any minute bleeding
I can hear a silent voice pleading, hell is freezing;
The devil is hoping to rejoice
I can hear his scary voice
Nigga, death is your only choice;
All my life a sinner
Pull the trigger, I’ve always been eager
It’s only a bullet, pull it nigga
I’m almost, death foremost
So close, my head in bullet hole
Can someone save my soul
Or even scream at me, no!
May be I should get a feel of hanging on a rope
Oh no, choking is no joke
It’s a solemn moment, now I’m silent
May be reluctant,
No I’m more ardent;
I’ve been a trigger killer
All my life with this finger;
Now my turn, it is legal, come on nigga;
Where is the mercy killer?
I need his icy finger
To send me to the city freezer;
ll my life a sinner
Pull the trigger, I’ve always been eager
It’s only a bullet, pull it nigga
I’m almost, death foremost
So close, my head in bullet hole
Can someone save my soul
Or even scream at me, no!
May be I should get a feel of hanging on a rope
Oh no, choking is no joke
I hear the morgue is a misty fog;
There’s another choice, I can hear a silent voice;
It’s a warning from all four corners
Suicide gonnas, their bodies to the wild hyenas;
Now my body in sweaty beads
I need some smoking weed;
Now is my hour, my mouth very sour (sawa)
Tomorrow I’ll be on the news cover
Today, news hour;
I can see my dusty Bible, many years it’s been idle
But who’s gonna preach me a gospel, end this struggle;
I’ve been drunk, drug-filled lungs
Full-time ghetto junk;
Shivering, now I know I’m a coward
Don’t want my body numb covered;
Death isn’t easy
Imagine even feeling dizzy;
I switch on the safety lock
Death, what a f_ck;
I didn’t pull the trigger
It’s my disclaimer;
All my life a sinner
Pull the trigger, I’ve always been eager
It’s only a bullet, pull it nigga
I’m almost, death foremost
So close, my head in bullet hole
Can someone save my soul
Or even scream at me, no!
May be I should get a feel of hanging on a rope
Oh no, choking is no joke
