Gareefa
is it wrong or right when you hold knife close to your wrists
and move it gently, preying to god it slits
is it wrong or right, tocry alone in the dead of night
knowing that suiciude will end your life
is it wrong to act on this knowlagde, and grab a handfull of pills
swallow a cople with alchohol and really hope it kills
it feels right, it something my better self trys to prevent
but im intent on death and pain
i relaise, i got nothing to lose and everything to gain
try and stand in my position for a moment,
when everyone who means something to you ignores you
it messes with your emotions, it destorys you
they say they love me, but them words dont soothe me
i need to be held, need to feel love,
cause it feels like everyone lothes me
doves will fly, people will cry
but when its all said and done, no-one would care if i died
and oh i've tried, they say death is the qutter's way out
well maybe im a quitter

White-Chocolate

is it wrong or right, when u lay ur head down at night,
tuck urself in tight, hoping u might-not see tomorrow's sunlight,
close your eyez and pray that's the last u have to fight,
strugglin' doesn't seem right, only time i see peace is when im a sleep,
and have piece of mind, thoughts fast foreword then rewind,
sometimes i swear the future i've seen an there ain't no sunshine,
don't think this just a rhyme, i picture life an wanna end mine,
can't do it by myself with a nine even tho i've thought about it time afta time,
i've seen the fine line that defines the most genius of signs,
but still it declines our shine,
i thought we was free, i dont understand ya understand me?
whats our plan goin' be?
we live, accomplish a little, then deminish until were finished and ppl call this the definition of life,
now i see why we need a gun an a knife, this world is cold an always ends o' so trife,
do i spit an watch this world shit on me once again, but thicker?
or do i sit here, sip my liqour n' blow out this lit flame i let flicker?
call me what you want, maybe i am a QUITTER!

relieve ur pain cuz the hurt grows quicker

i feel yall bitterness when the rain brings pain
peaze

nice piece playa

hehe check phase 2 homey:

is it wrong or right, when u lay ur head down at night,
tuck urself in tight, hoping u might-not see tomorrow's sunlight,
close your eyez and pray that's the last u have to fight,
strugglin' doesn't seem right, only time i see peace is when im a sleep,
and have piece of mind, thoughts fast foreword then rewind,
sometimes i swear the future i've seen an there ain't no sunshine,
don't think this just a rhyme, i picture life an wanna end mine,
can't do it by myself with a nine even tho i've thought about it time afta time,
i've seen the fine line that defines the most genius of signs,
but still it declines our shine,
i thought we was free, i dont understand ya understand me?
whats our plan goin' be?
we live, accomplish a little, then deminish until were finished and ppl call this the definition of life,
now i see why we need a gun an a knife, this world is cold an always ends o' so trife,
do i spit an watch this world shit on me once again, but thicker?
or do i sit here, sip my liqour n' blow out this lit flame i let flicker?
call me what you want, maybe i am a QUITTER!

relieve ur pain cuz the hurt grows quicker

i feel yall bitterness when the rain brings pain
peaze

Word man.. Yours is tight.. Cant see why there aint no love... I'll edit my post and add yours to the end of mine.. aight?

Word man.. Yours is tight.. Cant see why there aint no love... I'll edit my post and add yours to the end of mine.. aight?

ya man shit looks tite, it's kool they fit will, one luv
peace

maybe im a quitter,defeat taste hard an bitter..
it seem like it all i ever taste..
them other dudes were always smarter,quicker..
my goals i can never make..
my soul been sucked into a hole,cant get out..
but everythings at stake..
so i put on a hard exterior,issue threats out..
every damn thing is fake..
i dont wanna hurt nobody,apart from my self..
i cant live thru this sin an hate..
so imma say hello to hell,an goodbye to my health...


sorry fa that shit yall...had ta drop something...both pieces was tight as hell

Uppin.. This is ketstyle of the month material