Suicided to suicide, whatever, suicide, suicide

Backing together with rain for 40 days, Aye I like Slain's, but I can't show no pain. My headache, enormous proportions, The size of a bucket, painkillers can't touch it. Show what my little brother's gone. Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife. At my heart, we shared the good and the bad times. When walls broke out to the store, it was half time. Remember she came back, yo, And we got beatings with the Hot Wheel Track. I felt the hurt from your own predicament. Lost the scholarship, can't play pro board with torn ligaments. Career suddenly ended, your goal was offended. Suicide, death tips recommended to try black, But you were not versed as we blessed the earth. So let us pour the wine, preventing suicide. So

Nicole's thrown away from home at age 12 In search of herself she found an angel of hell Who deceived her like even convinced her to leave her family You can see she was very naive The fallacy she was taught was brainwashed thoughts In a court with no culture Soon she was forced into showing her skin tone For thin grins and molds to please her savior Jim Jones Her pops was an ex-marine Him and his team got M60s so they could blow up the scene

No tambourine, beaten, deacon is freakin' my scene I'll be weakin' as long as I'm breathin' They parachuted in, started shootin' men Recruited by Jim, grabbed McClellan through her end To the trunk, she was that close to drinkin' a punch And be alive, fourth prophet's lead to suicides

Yeah, so make cruel the hip-hop.