and just the other day my nigga chris killed himself
i pray to God that i never feel the way he felt
where do you go when you got no help?
he figured heaven so he went left
y'all know that aint right
plus he was high as a plane on that same night
should i probably been on that same flight?
shit i probably had that same fight
i just kept swinging
twelve rounds come and bells ringing.
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If i'd have known sunday morning, that you would be gone
i would have never come home
i would'nt have answered the phone
to hear your voice at the tone
i knew that something was wrong
the cops, the ones that had told me that you were alone inside an empty room
identified you as my baby.
Baby.
I'm hurting right now
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