Testo Suicidal

[talking: Zigg Zagg]
I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it
I don't wanna talk about it

[Verse 1:]
Feel like as if today, I'm on a whole different level This time the inside of me is empty, outside I look like the Devil
The homicide bureau pay visits to me right now on the daily
The neighbors is racist they called CPS on my babies
I not have to take this, Me, I grew up with few clothes and a bed
Got a whoopin damn near everyday nobody gave a fuck if it bled
My relatives hate to say it off of that shit went to prison
Case closed, somethins missin, he did the homie by snitchin
I got a coo job with a fucked up boss, he got a condition
I wished I would've knew that shit before I got da position
My horoscope say Virgo now take a step off the scene
The distribution is low, you're not one of the artist main stream
They wanna blame me for the double homicide because I didn't speak
Dis the season bloody murder everytime I fall asleep some bodies leakin
Matter of time before they be comin for me
My mans at work project and I'm back at home taken the heat I feel backwards at work with two kids and I rap
Obligated five LP's on a three year contract
Twenty six and it's hard somedays I wish I could take back
And the most heated of times don't leave the house now unstrapped
Sittin on three petty warrants so now I drive with no errors
Too scared to go down and get cleaned they just might take me to jail
No matter how much weed and drink seems like it won't go away
Somebody new from the county of sac at the door like everyday

[Chorus:]
I don't wanna talk about it, just sittin alone, I've been left suicidal
Won't come outta my home, it's a death left for dead from any and everybody
I ever felt momma left me long ago to handle life by myself,
Don't wanna talk about it, just sittin alone, I've been left suicidal
Won't come outta my home, it's a death left for dead from
Any and everybody I ever felt momma left me long ago to
Handle life by myself

[Brotha Lynch:]
I'm a stay with you momma foreva, everybody thought you was dead
It was drama foreva, I was there when the drama da bled up, had ya
Head up and the doctor came and gave me the heads up
Nigga my heart crushed but evidentally you still here & nobody knows
You still stay in that same house that nobody goes to
I just couldn't wait to hold you again, your sistas here she holdin up
She got the babies again, everybody think I'm sickel they tell me you not here
Everybody thinks I'm psycho like Michael I got jears like the old school chevy
Got heavy like Shaq, Diesel everything else is petty to me so I let the heat go
I could've ran around makin them dead people but momma got a good heart
She told me how to get equal, spit them heated flows cause I don't give a fuck
About it, ya'll think my mommas dead but... I don't wanna talk about it

[Chorus]

Verse 2:]
It was a weekend of 2002 one by one I started losin them friends and
Associates, mostly the ones my man was caught doin, hmmm, but yea
That's past tense still don't make no sense what happened to the big blue house
With the little white picket fence, fairytale, that's what they feed us as a kid
And when you get big learn a little about life somebody gonna split ya wig
They say the west coast is the most crazy of all of em, all a step away from
The black hole, somebody at the back door, manic depressive, I go months with no sex
Locced in the head, in life back at the crib with a headache full of stress
Like God bless the one that was the best when the world is gone
That's why I just wanna be left alone I'm all cried out, don't hardly nobody
Really got no type of feelings, got in a quarrel with the warden,
Learned that words have no meaning, no high school diploma, no GED
Got in a big fight with this bitch that was on PCP, leave it to the double G
Send me to the ICU the next bitch I funk with I'm thinkin it might be you
Bucked on give it or take it about hmmm seven different occassions
Four of them was just a fluke and the otha three had no relations

[Chorus]