Subject : R.I.P. PIMP

Mood : Sad

SMOKE SOMETHIN BIIIITCH (December 29, 1973 — December 4, 2007).

Mood : Drunk

Buckle up and lets take a ride-
I want you to watch me commit suicide-
We’re headed for a place in a dark land-
In desperate search of that dark man-
But don’t you move keep it right there-
I wanna bring you smooth into my nightmare-
Don’t be afraid of watching life bleed-
Explore my every thought, come out and sightsee-
There’s no man alive, that can promise breath-
But once we arrive, I can promise death-
And now were headed for the crossroads-
Gettin deeper in the lost coves-
And once we arrive-
Close your motherf***kin eyes-
Cause I’m about to die-
I put the pistol to my temple-
See the bullet in the chamber-
C***ked it back and out of anger-
I pulled the crack, see the shells jump out the side-
Now I’m fallin back, I’m seein faces but they’re all in black-
I’m hearin sounds but I cant hear-
I’m seein pictures in my head but they ain’t clear-
My every picture flashed at full speed-
And now I’m feelin like I’m loosin my grips on all reality-
But my reality’s a battle G-
And I was tired of havin talks with myself about mentality-
End it all I stand tall apparently I wasn’t patient enough to hear the man
call-
So now I leave myself to strive or die, but I’ve lost all my hopes inside,-
And I just wanna die
.