Verse 1 : Craig Xen
Depression make a n***a wanna blow my f**ing head clean off this whole neck of mine
, so many times I contemplate... bringing my life to a end but I just can't do it.. right
Here for a f**ing reason lil n***as lookin' up to me when I'm speakin' irresponsibility I'm sending them a negative message
I question why they looking up to me as if I'm their parents its apparent that I'm broken.. started smokin' again duckin' shows and I feel I'm losing focus
Use to have a certain type of drive since Vinny died it's been a fight for me to try and stay alive
Would't wanna pa** this emptiness upon my people I know that they miss me like I miss him
I'm reminiscing on the glisten from his motorcycle as he pull up ready to dump on anybody with his rifle, Vinny was the best friend I never had.. and the closet thing to Dad more mad that he's gone and glad that I met him should be happy he's in heaven but I'm f**ing selfish
Need his help? Man I need his help desperately went and up'd a anti-depression don't [?] but I'm closer now to d**h than I've ever been went and [?] wishes to my perfect skin that's a sin that I intentionally took upon I mad at God so I'm destroying his creation now