(Hook)
Dear Suicide [x5]

(Verse 1)
I know we haven't really spoken in awhile
I joined a group, got signed to the biggest independent label while on the mothafucking grind
Years back I was staring down the line
Feeling like I would never get the time
I was looking down the barrel of the nine
And I was rocking the apparel of the N9ne
Blind to the shine of this prime-time theater who
Been showing classes, only shame is that it's pricey pay-per-view
And it's much easier to steal than to cash on mass appeal
By working daily for minimal bills with no significant skills
And so I wrote you out some letters
Never sent them, cause I learned my nerve would just return to sender
Standing on the roof of Southbeat, and feeling no hope
I sniped my dreams from miles away, the enemies with no scope
They tell us when we're young to "dream big"
We didn't know we'd do it so broke, so writing I'm looking for light in the night, I'm a go pro
The feeling inside, I don't know
I'm dying to living it so-so
So hard when death seems easier to cope so
Hello Dear Suicide...

(Hook)