Way to go

So, this is the way to go.

Who the fuck would know, too slow, fucked up head, mind going red.

Instead i work all day, minimum pay, what can i say

Proud, loud , big and shinning all the things, i would , could and should have been

Worried, a little scared. For news i wasn't prepared.

Still shakin typing this, so let's reminisce.

I had no friends, still a current trend, what's the difference between

Bro's and hoes nowadays they act the same woe

N i wasn't prepared, dared to make an MC, took the piss see

I can rap, have good talent, just haven't

Come to reality an illness, sickness some of that bad shit

Papa got the Karma, so i smoke marijuana, drink a little vodka to understand

How could cancer happen to this man, disaster makes me tear down in anger

Trying, writing, typing this song, god only knows how long

Til we get the chap, he is dying, They're lying, papa keep fighting

Hit quicker than lighting, my papa c'mon try finding a way to relax

My heart has too much cracks, Don't be another, worried about ma mother

Ma brother Don't show emotion, time like slom motion, blowin , smokin...

Two ounce token, buy alot of weed, to escape reality

I take drugs, heart nearly falling out my chest

Lost sudden intrest, in this life. No girls, no world

Get this i was working the other day, mouth shut nothing left to say

I walk home day great, till i went in straight news in the blues, nothing left too choose

Died nine thirty, Can't see eyes going abit blurry

Water out ma eyes, loosing i despise when family dies

Please Don't get the pills, you might get the ills

I grab the box, full of tiny, white, powder rocks.

I stick one in my mouth swallow, suddenly i start feeling hollow

Take, take , take again. What Would you do in my position.

Fall to the ground, shutdown everything is going down

Next day news breaks into town

A random guy overdosed in his house, his mum knew nothing about

All they could hear were the shouts, location, whereabouts?

Sirens turned down, sky was gray, not a good day

Ryan Mcfarlane dead!

Family bloodshed.

It was a headline on the Sun, Mirror and times

But noone ever knew why.

But this was found in his apartment, before he departed

Every note true, leaving no clue, didn't know who was who

Mind was twisted and demented yet never been suspended

Now i'm dead.