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(Repeat 4x)
I can hear my mother call
Momma was a junkie and daddy was a playa
Man I swear, I don't care
About nothin', sometimes I'm rather be dead black
But that's about the millionth time I've said that
I get a headache everytime I start to think
I'm wonderin' why I'm not dead, I'm on the brink
Yo, it's kinda crazy, used to be my baby
But now you're not yourself because you shot yourself
I had a homie who tried to withside
He died, he lied in a closed casket right
I can't take it, am I gone make it
Suicide's my answer for life's cancer
I used to pray every Sunday
But since blasphamy I gotta listen to what my gun say
Can ya dig it, can ya dig it, can ya dig it?
No 40, O.E., gin and juice I'm a swig it, yo
But back to my drama
I finally made my mind up and said fk my mama
I'ma get my s**t straight, my mind I gotta get straight
So I bought a 38 yo
I gotta get my head on
And if ya still think I sing that sad song then you're dead wrong
So check my situation
I guess you can call me a premature
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Man I ain't nothin' but a nut
A premature
Yo, life's kinda funny
It seems like we all bleedin' tryin' to get some blood money
I don't know why
Motherfkers trippin', talkin' 'bout I'm always high
When I'm gone die, s**t
How many problems can one motherfker get yo
What's wrong with my mind
If it wasn't for the bad times I wouldn't have no times
My baby done left me
She claims I need some mental therapy, she called me crazy
It ain't no sweat though
'Cause anyday I canplay Russian Roulette hoe
So fk that trick b*tch
Anyway, she was suckin' the next nigg* d*ck, s**t
So fk the perpetration
If you can dig my situation, a premature
(CHORUS)
Yo, as the world turns
If one nigg* die, 10 might learn from that
The s**t runs deep though
"How deep?" 6 feet deep put me to sleep bro
How can I make you understand
And stop you from Stevie Wondering how I'm going under and
You try and diagnose me, analyze me
But the s**t don't surprise me
Realize that I see through all eyes gee
I might be wise, but I'm blind just as I see
I'm smokin' on a fat one
I got one in the chamber, c*ck back on my cap gun
That's the way my life goes
And my life ain't nothin' but girls and money and hoes
Goes a little somethin' like this
I'm down to the E 'cause I'm a suicidalist, yo
I look forward to passin' away
And on my way to hell i get some as* on the way, yo
So check my situation
I guess you could call me a premature
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