Tear in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my up Know you'd rather see me And the raindrops keep on
I they keep on falling And they keep on I they keep on falling Slaughterhouse, yo
I'm the product of when a nigga gives up Crying, laying in the with the lid shut Ain't got no family, my is tender My daddy's invisible, my is Brenda, uh
If I I'm grow into what Society considers trash, the is to us mean I'm hanging myself by living The noose is getting murdered, that or to prison
My mind's controlled before I learned mind What you call living life, I call slow I'm predisposed The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul, freezing
Feeling like I was life And if I it, at least I choose I'll probably be in heaven when the pain 'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and rain
Tear drops in the on my bed Still to keep my head up Know you'd see me dead And the raindrops on falling
I said keep on falling And they on falling, falling 'Cause is my pain
Dear Auntie, I still feel your sorrow you died, it's like 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 to heaven's sacred path Duct taped and gagged, plus and stabbed draped in blood, what a fate to have
Such a pitiful end, I'm popping Ritalin like they 'Cause when I sleep, I can feel it and again and again And difficult, killing is the wickedest Biblical sin I'm talking about Mama's identical
I see your face I look at her Her reminder of how been in the cold since 14 years old I swear to God, I'll probably be in heaven the pain stops 'Til then all I'm hearing is wind and in peace, Chacha
Tear in the pillow on my bed Still to keep my head up Know you'd see me dead And the raindrops on falling Yeah, they on falling Yeah, keep on falling, falling, falling, yeah
Nah, I ain't bricks on the Peter Pan No around to teach me how to be a man We was too high, didn't know we would land Scraping coke on the weed til' niggas didn't see a
Alcoholic's raise off of sugar water Headed to you and just thought how good he was brought up Coulda, woulda, one track mind say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter
And now I'm writing a book and the the author Called the 'Obvious Face, The Look of Torture' Teach you how to climb way out that ditch then Me all I need is this pen and thick
Being so bright could you lit then 'Cause you start trying to figure out a I'll probably be in heaven when the pain 'Til all I hear is wind and rain drops
drops in the pillow on my bed Still trying to my head up you'd rather see me dead And the keep on falling, falling, falling, falling
Check it out, I'm still on my dad to get back He went to the store in '84 and I ain't seen him after Another single mom public assisted the rent consistent So they had us and forth in court in the months of the blizzard
My sneakers leaned, the was missing No one on ones, always jumped me No brothers and sisters to me down Along with headphones into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes
Gun shots and me sleep walking, I weights A whole lot of crying, police chalking that tape Ambulance never on time, they a day late My had to vacate, my best friend since age eight
Sometimes I hold them I kid you not Eyes get swollen on that tissue box, somebody get a mop I'll probably be in when the pain stops 'Til all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops
Tear in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my up you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on
Yeah, they keep on falling, they on falling Falling, yeah, keep on falling And keep on, and the raindrops keep on falling Yeah, yeah, yeah,