This is a piece that I wrote
When I was on some ole, low down down low feelin, depressed shit
why'know what I'm sizzlin?
It contains, heh, three suicide letters to my peeps
Well actually uh two suicide letters
why'know what I'm sizzlin?
I wrote it in rhyme form
But I'm gonna try to read it to the best of my ability
why'know what I'm sizzlin?
So bear with me
Listen to the lyrics, check it out..
[Tech N9ne]
Picture me in that casket, blasted
Never nobody knew how long the pain lasted
Keep my eyes tight I'm frightened
But I fights like Tyson
When playin this game of life I'm loosin long to be enlightened
Absorb my mind state
Reduce the crime rate and take me out
When runnin toward the Lord I see em fake me out
Shook me so from church I played hookie
Listen to the words of a brotha
The sick stutter
So ya better better get the get the bags ready
Comin killa killa like Schagnetti
My brains contaminated, hella rotten
It wasn't me who killed you (Who was it, what was it)
The affects of the mildew, my brains wilted
In my eyes the world is a bit tilted
Lord take me away before somebody else get killed
Bloods spills seriously
This is the letter to my homies I'll be missin
God told me to behold a pale horse but I didn't listen
It's hard mane
My life is scarred mane
I'm loosin my mind
So now it's time
Sincerely signed N9ne
[Chorus] - 2x
(I just want to die)
I don't want to wake up
I don't want to cause that's the way
That I feel I'm barely hangin on
(I just want to die)
I don't want to wake up
I don't want to wake up cause that's the way
It has to be
(Man, this is to my wife, check it out)
[Tech N9ne]
I made your life a livin hell with my infidelity
Remember you tell me
All I gave a damn about was weed, stems, and melodies
remember ya spent thirty minutes in the hospital parking lot crying
When the blood test read the baby of another woman was mine
99.99
Should of left long time ago like Mary J. say
Just let it go like Ray J
I know your momma heard you yelling May Day
Spent my life trying to are A to the P
You were sick of me always being be to the are O K to the E
There was nothing else left for me
I was a bum
But you still wanted some
Through the rain, snow, and thunder
Foul-ups, bleeps, and blunders
But no man shall tear us under is what you said
Shoulda put multi bullets in my head
When you found that Evil Instinct was a song
But the events actually went on
This is the letter
To my homie, my friend who put up with me for 8
So now to take me really quickly's my fate
I'm sorry
For makin it hard
I know your scarred
I'm loosin my mind
So now it's time
Sincerely signed N9ne
[Chorus] - 2x
(I just want to die)
I don't want to wake up
I don't want to cause that's the way
That I feel I'm barely hangin on
(I just want to die)
I don't want to wake up
I don't want to wake up cause that's the way
It has to be
[Tech N9ne]
I love y'all
The dynamic duo, my babies
It ain't your fault that your daddies crazy
Donny I miss you drummin
Like me, one day you'll be rulin
Lilly I miss you always in my face yellin "Daddy what ya dooyin?"
You two are the reason why I'm still standin today
But I'm sixteen-hundred miles away
And it gets my heart sinkin
When I start thinkin bout you babies
I heavily start drinkin on a daily
Puffin, I see in my heart I gots to toughin
Can't see me leavin my angels with nothin
So I keep bustin
Use my pain
For you two I gotta come up in the game
Fly planes to an island so one day you can do the same with yours
Love you galore and I ain't playin
Makin me put a end to the suicidal mindstate sayin
[Chorus] - 2x
(I just want to die)
I don't want to wake up
I don't want to cause that's the way
That I feel I'm barely hangin on
(I just want to die)
I don't want to wake up
I don't want to wake up cause that's the way
It has to be
(Tech N9ne says this during the chorus)
Ya, that's what a nigga was on why'know what I'm sizzlin? Sh..
But as you can tell
Like I said, I can't leave my angels with nothin
So I gotta keep bustin, why'know what I'm sayin?
Suicide ain't my thang
Never ever gonna be my thang when I know I got my love
So we just gon sit back
Write these rhymes, make these mills
And chill
Don Juan
Tech N9ne
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Suicide Letters - Tech N9ne
