1995 be the year that I died
Resurrected suicide
Bitch it's always do or die
Look up at the sky and I'm praying to be purified
Give me just one f*cking sign but once again to no reply
F*ck it imma die tonight
I don't even know what's right
Close my eyes and say goodnight
Staring at fluorescent lights
I started to realise that I needed to say goodbye to every motherf*cker that said I would never qualify
Keep on talking shit
Shoot your shot I bet ya miss
Always talking 'bout your drip
Now keep on going and get stripped
Pistol whipped up in this bitch
F*cking junkie start to twitch
Throw yo ass off of a bridge and take a step up on the ridge
Stare right into the abyss
One more step you won't exist
There is no point in to resist
Another name off of my list
I know you hope there is a twist
When you fell you grabbed my wrist
We could never coexist now pray for peace you are dismissed bitch