[Esham One day I'ma die, don't cry Ain't no up in the sky One day fade away And set the world on fire, watch the sky turn 2x I was born to mourn,I guess that's why I the life of misery Forever through My mama was a junkie, I was born into this world a baby My bottle was monkey I developed a brain tumor,now I consume a ounce of Rose I sniff bullets with my nose I grew up on the east side, 7 mile I was like a pitbull terrier I developed a behavior I murdered my first man and Jesus Christ wasn't my savior Jehovah witness,witnessed me takin care of my So I shot him on the porch I took their and burned em I checked pockets, turned em inside out Dumped their bodies in the with the trout It all started as a toddler,now I'm a .45 bullet And mama cry Somehow it seems,mama calling my in my dreams Crackfiends, amphetimenes, what it really mean Sometimes it like I'm fallin,am I close to death Gaspin,suffocatin for air,losin my I see of doctors and scalpels makin incisions From fatal collisions to suicidal Nobody knows my I bring the pain from my migrane, I swallow 23 I was addicted to caine since Crack baby goin crazy, so how much is my life A boy that bounces 36 I flip,kilograms I slam from the hip kinda crazy how I'm livin But I'm mad on a murder nigga I'm suicide driven I've from a dead state-of-mind to find I was blind,too late Mama cry If I start all over I would But I can't,if I could,then my heart might have been I guess I lost all my time when I lost my It makes me sad to hear mama So many I never to think what I put you through Much love,I thought you hated me,mama see I knew I I walked the wrong path In the aftermath,many screamin my name You don't know the I was dead a time ago ressurected,once the .45 shell connected With my dome,I saw my crack a smile So put my dead in the pile And wait a while till you come to the 'cause you might see my tombstone 'cause it's necessary Pine box, my body rots with the of em I'm dead like the rest of em Mama cry