1-1800 Suicide (Explicit)

歌詞

Verse One: Back in the ghetto it rained for 40 days A-alike slain but I can't show no pain, My headache, enormous proportions is the size of a bucket pain killers can't touch it yo, what my little brothers gone Now i'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart We shared the good and the bad times When Moms broke out to the store it was half time I remember she came back and we got beatings with the Hot Wheels track I felt the hurt from your own predicament Lost your scholarship Can't play pro ball with torn ligaments Career suddenly ended Your goals up-ended Suicide death tips, recomended to try black But you and I verse as we bless the earth So let us pour the wine preventing suicide Verse Two: Nicole's torn away from home at age 12 In search of herself she found and angel of hell who decieved her like Eve and convinced her to leave Her family you can see she was very naive the fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts In a cult with no culture Soon she was forced Into showing her skin tones for thin, grins and moans To please her saviour Jim Jones Her pop's was a ex-marine Him and his team got M-16's so they could blow up the scene: "No tambourine beatin' deacon be freakin' my seed, every weekend as long as I'm breathin'" They parachuted in Started shooting men Recruited by Jim Grabbed Nicole and threw her in To the trunk She was that close to drinking the punch And realized False prophets lead to suicide Verse Three: Check it out son, yo I was born in a bed of thorns, surrounded by men with horns Wicked forms, but still I was happy to be born I grew up in a house of ten A mouse a men grafted vultures, lackin' oxygen Every night I dreamed I saw ghosts Babies cryin', favourite Uncles dyin', mom's tryin' Pop's lyin', mom's goin' across his head with a fryin' pan Me and my man made plans to rule the land and raise a fam Now my man stands six feet deep in a box, covered with sand Tears are dropping, (niggas) droppin off Coppin out with 2-for-5s, smokin blunts, do or die, suicide About to face a bid, cos I tried to waste this kid ready to embrace the biscuit to my face, pull it back erase it kid, pull the trigger but I figure, that I got a little RZA Can't let me get trapped by the evil wizards Wicked men applied genocide, homicide For you and I to try, we'll figure this out 'til you die It's a suicide