Gloomy days got my head twisted
Mystic visions of a razor blade
Cut my blunt with precision
Stuff it till it`s bustin`
Sippin` on some Tussin
Imagine it gothic hustlin`
Men tusslin` women fussin`
And they babies in the corner cryin`
Young niggaz bang and they ain`t afriad of dyin`
Pistol keepers mobile phones and beepers
Cars and hoes and plenty dust for the geekers
Me I`m a break beater microphone eater
Weed leader, siizlin` like a fajita
But it`s so hard for me to stay out the streets
Behind tint blowin` cheap
Fuckin` with freaks
What kinda role model, I`ma be?
Don`t get it twisted
Gifted, linquistic. graphic and realistic
God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,
Sense enough to know when to quit
Chorus:
I don`t wanna die
I don`t wanna die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today)
I don`t wanna die
I don`t wanna die
Thinkin` about what my eyes witnessed
Thinkin` about what my kids gon` see
when they get grown and independent
What you doin` baby?
18, strippin` daily
A small ass apartment, tryin` to flip a Mercedes
I don`t knock shit, unless you a fiend
Tryin` to hock shit
Protectin` myself
I gotta grab the gock and pop shit
I guess that`s the problem with the world today (what?)
Black, white, asian
So many people think this way
Fuck with me and I`ll shoot ya
We live in, what used to be the space age, future
To acid droppin` hippies
Now they run the country
Drug smugglin` with my tax money
Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators
White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters
All of this, plus I gotta watch the nigga next door
What you think I pray for, man
Chorus
Life ain`t nothin` but preperation
For the angels and the demons that we all gon` face when,
The soul and the body seperate, that`s death
Nothin` left but darkness, after your last breath
Well, all of that shit is in the past
Enjoy it while you got it, cause you can`t take it with your ass
Where I`m from, any day can be your last
That`s why them thug niggaz live life hard and fast
Slowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown
Unaware, a showdown`s about to go down
Why we gotta clown instead of bein` kinfolks
Why do white folks, think all we know is sellin` dope?
Some can`t cope, and got out hangin` from a rope
Slit wrists, found shakin` from an overdose
Tupac and Biggie got they life snatched away
Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne
Chorus
That`s all baby,
You never know when you gotta go
Deaths around the corner
Your nobody, till somebody kils you
But I don`t wanna die
I don`t wanna die
Hey, I don`t wanna die
Can you hear me?
I don`t wanna die
I don`t wanna die
I don`t wanna die
DIe, die, die, die, die (repeated till end)
