| 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 afraid 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, sizzlin' 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, linguistic graphic and realistic | |
| God, deliver me from harm and arm me with | |
| Sense enough to know when to quit | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Life ain't nothin' but preparation for the angels | |
| And the demons that we all gon' face when | |
| The soul and the body separate, 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 | |
| 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 | |
| That's all baby, you never know when you gotta go | |
| Deaths around the corner, you're nobody | |
| Till somebody kills 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 | |
| ... |
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