Tear in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my up Know you'd see me dead And the keep on falling
I they keep on falling And keep on falling I said keep on falling Slaughterhouse, yo
I'm the product of when a nigga mama up Crying, laying in the trash with the lid Ain't got no family, my mind is My daddy's invisible, my is Brenda, uh
If I survive I'm grow what Society considers trash, the is to us That I'm hanging myself by living The noose is murdered, that or going to prison
My mind's controlled before I learned control you call living life, I call dying slow I'm genetically The reaper the thing that can ease my soul, freezing cold
Feeling like I was life And if I take it, at I choose I'll probably be in heaven when the pain 'Til then all I'm hearing is and rain drops
Tear in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my up Know you'd see me dead And the raindrops on falling
I said they keep on And they keep on falling, 'Cause this is my
Dear Auntie, I feel your timeless sorrow Before you died, it's your body was mine to borrow Like I in your physical shell while you was Going miserable hell saying goodbye to tomorrow
Everyday it me sad, angry, mad How you were sent to heaven's sacred Duct taped and gagged, raped and stabbed Body draped in blood, a fate to have
Such a end, I'm popping Ritalin like they Skittles 'Cause I sleep, I can feel it again and again and again And it's difficult, killing is the Biblical sin I'm talking about Mama's twin
I see your when I look at her Her reminder of how I've in the cold since 14 years old I swear to God, I'll probably be in heaven the pain stops 'Til all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops in peace, Chacha
Tear in the pillow on my bed Still to keep my head up you'd rather see me dead And the keep on falling Yeah, keep on falling Yeah, they on falling, falling, falling, yeah
Nah, I ain't move bricks on the Pan No father to teach me how to be a man We was too high, didn't know where we would Scraping coke on the weed til' didn't see a plant
Alcoholic's child off of sugar water to you and just thought about how good he was brought up Coulda, woulda, outta one mind say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter
And now I'm a book and the hood's the author the 'Obvious Poker Face, The Look of Torture' Teach you how to climb your way out ditch then Me all I is this pen and thick skin
Being so bright could you lit then 'Cause you start trying to figure out a I'll probably be in heaven the pain stops 'Til then all I is wind and rain drops
Tear in the pillow on my bed Still to keep my head up Know rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling, falling, falling,
Check it out, I'm still waiting on my dad to get He went to the store in '84 and I ain't him after that Another single mom public the rent wasn't consistent So they had us back and forth in court in the of the blizzard
My leaned, the rubber was missing No one on ones, always jumped me No and sisters to hold me down Along with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman ate tapes
Gun and me sleep walking, I hate weights A whole lot of crying, police chalking fake tape never on time, they like a day late My cousin had to vacate, my friend since age eight
I can't hold them I kid you not Eyes get holding on that tissue box, somebody get a mop I'll probably be in heaven when the stops then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops
Tear drops in the on my bed Still trying to my head up Know you'd rather see me And the raindrops keep on
Yeah, they on falling, they keep on falling Falling, yeah, they on falling And they keep on, and the keep on falling Yeah, yeah, yeah,