When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell 
Cause I’m a piece of shit, it ain’t hard to fuckin’ tell 
It don’t make sense, goin’ to heaven wit the goodie-goodies 
Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies 
God will probably have me on some real strict shit 
No sleepin’ all day, no gettin my dick licked 
Hangin’ with the goodie-goodies loungin’ in paradise 
Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice 
All my life I been considered as the worst 
Lyin’ to my mother, even stealin’ out her purse 
Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion 
I know my mother wished she got a fuckin’ abortion 
She don’t even love me like she did when I was younger 
Suckin’ on her chest just to stop my fuckin’ hunger 
I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes? 
Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies 
My babies’ mothers 8 months, her little sister’s 2 
Who’s to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you) 
I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this bullshit 
Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit 
And squeeze, until the bed’s, completely red 
I’m glad I’m dead, a worthless fuckin’ buddah head 
The stress is buildin’ up, I can’t, 
I can’t believe suicide’s on my fuckin’ mind 
I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin’ callin’ me 
Naw you wouldn’t understand (nigga, talk to me please) 
You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack 
Except when I cross over, there ain’t no comin’ back 
Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet 
People at the funeral frontin’ like they miss me 
My baby momma kissed me but she glad I’m gone 
She knew me and her sista had somethin’ goin’ on 
I reach my peak, I can’t speak, 
call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak. 
I’m sick of niggas lyin’, I’m sick of bitches hawkin’, 
matter of fact, I’m sick of talkin’.

This is why i like to write…I tend to write a lot i used to just let my voice tear down on my blog.  Hitting with hard emotional words.  Expressing the deepest emotions with a twist to confused the mind so they wouldn’t totally understand.  I’am too abstract….But between lines its there…