Tear in the pillow on my bed Still to keep my head up you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on
I said 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 mind is My invisible, my Mom's is Brenda, uh
If I I'm grow into what Society trash, the rope is to us That mean I'm hanging myself by The noose is murdered, that or going to prison
My mind's controlled before I mind control you call living life, I call dying slow I'm genetically The the only thing that can ease my soul, freezing cold
like I was given life And if I take it, at least I I'll probably be in heaven when the pain then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops
Tear drops in the on my bed Still trying to my head up Know rather see me dead And the keep on falling
I said keep on falling And they keep on falling, 'Cause this is my
Dear Auntie, I still feel your sorrow Before you died, like your body was mine to borrow I jumped in your physical shell while you was Going through hell saying goodbye to tomorrow
it makes me sad, angry, mad How you sent to heaven's sacred path taped and gagged, plus raped and stabbed Body draped in blood, a fate to have
Such a pitiful end, I'm Ritalin like they Skittles 'Cause I sleep, I can feel it again and again and again And it's difficult, killing is the wickedest sin I'm talking about identical twin
I see face when 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 when 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 Know rather see me dead And the keep on falling Yeah, they keep on Yeah, they on falling, falling, falling, yeah
Nah, I move bricks on the Peter Pan No father to teach me how to be a man We was too high, didn't know we would land Scraping coke on the weed niggas didn't see a plant
child raise off of sugar water Headed to you and just about how good he was brought up Coulda, woulda, one track mind They say man of many hats buys a hooker for a
And now I'm writing a and the hood's the author the 'Obvious Poker Face, The Look of Torture' Teach you how to your way out that ditch then Me all I need is this pen and skin
so bright could mean you lit then 'Cause you start to figure out a figment I'll probably be in heaven when the stops 'Til then all I hear is wind and rain
Tear in the pillow on my bed Still to keep my head up Know you'd see me dead And the keep on falling, falling, falling, falling
Check it out, I'm still waiting on my dad to get He to the store in '84 and I ain't seen him after that Another single mom public assisted the rent 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, they always me No brothers and sisters to hold me Along with headphones plugged a cheap Walkman that ate tapes
Gun and me sleep walking, I hate weights A whole lot of crying, chalking that fake tape Ambulance never on time, they like a day My cousin had to vacate, my best friend age eight
Sometimes I can't hold I kid you not get swollen holding on that tissue box, somebody get a mop I'll be in heaven when the pain stops then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops
Tear drops in the on my bed trying to keep my head up Know rather see me dead And the keep on falling
Yeah, they keep on falling, keep on falling Falling, yeah, they on falling And they keep on, and the keep on falling Yeah, yeah, yeah,