A coward dies a thousand deaths
A soldier dies but once
I’m sick of psychotic society, somebody save me
Addicted to drama, so even Mama couldn’t raise me
Even the preacher and all my teachers couldn’t reach me
I hit the weed as I’m clutchin’ my Glock
Niggas is hot when I hit the block; what if I die tonight
A different game, ain’t a thing changed
I’m seeing cemetery photos of my peers
Conversating like they still here.
Never fear, never worry
Going insane, never die, I live eternal, who shall I fear?
Don’t shed a tear for me, nigga, I ain’t happy here
I hope they bury me and send me to rest
Headline’s reading “Murdered to death”
My last breath.
Living in a constant cold cruel world, with little hope
or options, fearing death on a daily basis, is their
reality. It’s cold, it’s a war zone out there, dressed
as a soldier, ready for a battle, to numb the pain
alcohol and drugs are readily available, the pressure
of society is more than they can bare, they have
no fear, my last breath am I going crazy here?
The newspaper reads the gloom “Murdered to death”
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