plannin' my death again, age'n and still debatin' takin' my life and sendin' my soul to whatever comes next.//
it's shit like that that ruins respect but who cares if I'm dead.//
people could shit and piss on my grave, not like I'll feel the effect.//
it's just that, all the hit and miss that comes with this game's, gettin' me frustrated.//
like I've been left hangin', just waiting to fall and hit rock bottom.//
spittin' hot's not the problem, it's stayin' up on top that's the real road block.//
like try'n ta outrun time, and overcome whatever plans fate has for your strife.//
like try'n ta fly without wings, or try'n ta cry without eyes.//
shit'll never happen, if I can't rely on my mind I can't write a good rhyme.//
and if I can't write a good rhyme, I might as well die..//
nothin' left to live for, so this is my last goodbye.//