Untitled Freestyle

Tonight got me throwing chunks in a toilet some where i don't know

i stand up face to face to some one i don't know

i say you best cool it

he pulls out a gun and all of a sudden im staring at the cold barrel of death. pull it

your doing me a favor i have nothing to live for

no parents, no wife, no kids i am homeless yeah im poor i would be happy

if i could even sleep on a nice cold floor.

pull it

your doing something ive been trying to do since i was sixteen

back when i was hitting the drugs like a young charly sheen

back when hate and violence was all i seen

it kept happening so i wash it out with lean and rock with it

grown men telling me i need to grow up and quit because im a piece of shit

so what i embellish it

and they still on there mamas tit i say fuck hypocrite

go burn in a pit i be there soon

once the gun rip i assume

 

pull it who cares lets be honest

never had a relationship no Friends cause all they do is gossip

no girl cause all they want to know how much i got in my pocket

i just wana rub the tip on the clit if its wet it fits.

never could trust a friend they act like they care but only want to watch you struggle

never could trust women because they're all about the trouble and dont

appreciate the hustle

 

Ive been slinging running since i was alive

trying to strive and become something other people deprive

their negativity is what helped me survive

but now it doesn't even matter my life is like what they said

going to be in jail or dead

right now i am staring down a barrel waiting for the lead to

penetrate my head

i always pictured dying in my sleep on a nice warm bed

but tonight its going to be in my own pool of red

put that fucking hole in my head.

 

obviously the gun is empty or i would of been dead by now

or not enough balls to go with it

never thought about murder

homicide is something you cant commit

 

i see your coming down off the rocket fuel

trying to get some easy cash to refuel

that drug can be so cruel, so brutal

i see some of my old self in your bugged eye pupil

it brings out the worst in people

especially when every hit gets crucial

then life comes back with suicidal

 

thoughts, becoming paranoid

looking outside for cops

looking at the door like there was a knock

then just you and your self have derange talks

plotting demonic ways of getting that chalk

thinking every possible way even sucking

cock

 

sucking dick was not my way of getting shabu

weeks of withdraw and a strict taboo

trying to become sane with my mind subdue

crying in a puddle of sweat call it detox stew

thinking maybe just a hit or two

but that's what the demons what me to do

trying not because i know in the future there is a better view

 

i realize now ive been through so much and i am still a live

taking advantage of life all ways thinking about the negative

instead of the positive all needed was a guy with a tentative

with the genitive

 

don't kill me i wana be able to appreciate life while i am young

i wana be able to see sun rises and sunsets like its a beautiful rerun

i want to close my eyes breathe the fresh air

live life pure and with no care

dying like this is not fair

give me the gun there

and we can leave peaceably i swear

 

empty as i expect

but mine isn't and you'r my primary suspect

now get on your knees and recollect

stare down the barrel and wait for the bullet to eject

see you in hell.