Testo I Don't Wanna Die

Gloomy days got my head twistedMystic visions of a razor bladeCut my blunt with precisionStuff it till it's bustin'Sippin' on some TussinImagine it, gothic hustlin'Men tusslin', women fussin'And they babies in the corner cryin'Young niggaz bang, and they ain't afriad of dyin'Pistol keepers, mobile phones and beepersCars and hoes, and plenty dust for the geekersMe, I'm a break beater, microphone eaterWeed leader, siizlin' like a fajitaBut it's so hard for me to stay out the streetsBehind tint blowin' cheapFuckin' with freaksWhat kinda role model, I'ma be?Don't get it twistedGifted, linquistic. graphic and realisticGod, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,Sense enough to know when to quitChorus:I don't wanna dieI don't wanna die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today)I don't wanna dieI don't wanna dieThinkin' about what my eyes witnessedThinkin' about what my kids gon' seewhen they get grown and independentWhat you doin' baby?18, strippin' dailyA small ass apartment, tryin' to flip a MercedesI don't knock shit, unless you a fiendTryin' to hock shitProtectin' myselfI gotta grab the gock and pop shitI guess that's the problem with the world today (what?)Black, white, asianSo many people think this wayFuck with me and I'll shoot yaWe live in, what used to be the space age, futureTo acid droppin' hippiesNow they run the countryDrug smugglin' with my tax moneyBomb makers, nuclear, death creatorsWhite power, skin head, Jew and nigga hatersAll of this, plus I gotta watch the nigga next doorWhat you think I pray for, manChorusLife ain't nothin' but preperationFor the angels and the demons that we all gon' face when,The soul and the body seperate, that's deathNothin' left but darkness, after your last breathWell, all of that shit is in the pastEnjoy it while you got it, cause you can't take it with your assWhere I'm from, any day can be your lastThat's why them thug niggaz live life hard and fastSlowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdownUnaware, a showdown's about to go downWhy we gotta clown instead of bein' kinfolksWhy do white folks, think all we know is sellin' dope?Some can't cope, and got out hangin' from a ropeSlit wrists, found shakin' from an overdoseTupac and Biggie got they life snatched awayNobody knows when they gotta go, mayneChorusThat's all baby,You never know when you gotta goDeaths around the cornerYour nobody, till somebody kils youBut I don't wanna dieI don't wanna dieHey, I don't wanna dieCan you hear me?I don't wanna dieI don't wanna dieI don't wanna dieDIe, die, die, die, die (repeated till end)