| So brad, tell me whats going on in your world? |
| Verse one: |
| Its fucked up, Im looking at myself in the mirror |
| Im seein something scary, its slowly coming clearer |
| I had a funny feeling that today will be the day |
| That someone tries to blow my motherfucking ass away, but hey |
| Im running out of time to be blunt |
| I never had the nuts to make the motherfucking final cut |
| Ive been depressed for no fucking reason |
| But every problems got a reason; Im kinda havin trouble breathin |
| Somebody help me, hear my plead, my battle cry |
| My psychic told my that its gonna be hard for brad to die |
| She told a lie, I think I oughtta shank the bitch |
| I got my pistol, thinking if I should shoot the shit |
| Click, bang, I jammed it, I slammed it Aw shit, goddammit |
| Im havin a fucked day to begin with |
| I lost a bitch, a bird, and then this |
| My homies tend to think I get too high |
| Im doing fine, now pass me the formaldahyde |
| The only thing that seems to help me cope |
| Is when Im drunker than a motherfucker puffin on the chronic smoke |
| And then Im able to deal with the woes |
| The friends, the foes, the bitches, the hoes |
| I gotta gang of niggers, but none of them Id fuck |
| I gotta gang of bitches, but none of them Id trust |
| Trust a bitch, nope, uh-uh, never |
| Im havin too much trouble tryin to keep my damn self together |
| They got me by the balls |
| So please, help me break these motherfucking… |
| (pause) |
| These motherfucking walls |
| Verse two: |
| I scream, theres no one there to hear me cry |
| I guess its hard to scream to motherfuckers when you scream inside |
| I see my future and its coming in in plain view |
| I blame myself, but mommy dear I blame you |
| Cause the world was fucked from the first |
| And havin me only made the matters worse |
| Now look at what they did to me Thats some fucked up shit for a kid to see |
| Motherfuckin dealin after dealin, killin after killin |
| Im tryin to check a million |
| The worlds going straight to fuckin satan |
| A fucking shanks about to blow my fuckin brain |
| Verse three: |
| Shit, damn Im dead |
| Im finally through hearing all these voices in my head |
| Somebody finally got me Im looking at my self outside of my fucking body |
| So now Im standing face to face |
| Mr. scarface, versus mr. scarface |
| We were two different people from the start |
| One niggas too smart the other too fucking hard |
| We both refused to be outsmarted |
| Dearly departed, the battles already started |
| Fuck it, its on, I duck, I weave, connect, oh shit, Im struck |
| Caugt me with the peircing lead |
| And realized to myself I shot my own fucking self |
| Damn, suicide is quicker |
| I try to break the wall the wall keeps getting thicker |
| I really start to miss my mother |
| I try to climb the wall, its higher than a motherfucker |
| I wondering what that sound is Im having major trouble trying to walk around it There aint no getting up Im trapped |
| I really shouldve dropped my motherfucking strap |
| Cause when I think about it now |
| I shouldnt have tried to climb the motherfucker |
| (pause) |
| I shouldve broke the motherfucker down |