[B.K.P.]
When I die, I'll probably end up going to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, here's why I fucking dwell
My head is so fucking dense, I feel like I'm losing common sense
Staying up all night, I can't fucking sleep, I'm in a hotel
Like Health, what a fucking shame, I'll just be another name
All of life it is the fucking same, life ain't no fucking game
You either live rich or you die trying, I remember robbing from the corner store
Fucked some bitch, drank a bit, wishin God could end this shit right then and there
I smoke a pound of weed so I don't deal with life
And life you say it's a gift or a curse rhymes make em even worse
Getting money from my mother, just to spend on myself
Buying weed and shit, always spent it on shit that never helped
I know mothafuckers wish they was dead but it's like I'm living in hell
My own mamma know I'm buggin out, no calls for days
But I kept calling her phone up asking when she'd get paid
I wonder if I'd died, would tears fall down my fathers eyes
God forgive me for my dialect, forgive me for lies
My brain has me fucked up, with hatred and anger so times flies
Who can I blame this time for my fucking statement
I'm just another patient, debating if I should leave this world's arrangement
You'd think someone like me wouldn't be so fucking blatant
I don't understand why I'm still debating
I'm glad I feel dread, a worthless fucking human head
My sins are building up, I wish I wasn't seen or heard from again
Father can't believe suicide's on my fucking mind, I need to leave
I talked to the devil it's like he's fucking calling me
Only real n***as will understand
I'm kinda scared of everything so holy, like am I really that bad
Cause God only accepts the good, if I could retake the test I would
People at the funeral talking bout how they miss me
My self centered ass won't put the past behind him so I'm gone
Everything in my life seems to be going downhill
I reach my peak, I can't speak
Tell my mother, tell my mother my thoughts is weak
I'm tired of all this drama, I'm sick of this fucking karma
Matter of fact, yo, I'm sick of talking (BANG!)