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letra de notorious b.i.g. "suicidal thoughts" sample - nfs tyrone

no matter how many times i pray to god he never responds
cause i been sinning too much can’t get out on bonds
i’m a demon in disguise jason bourne and james bond
i don’t even pray that often, not at night or in the mornin
i disowned my own mom now i’m feeling like an orphan
deceit and disrespect, filled with anger it be pouring
always with different men, not hard to tell if she was whoring
sleeping late, wake up and beat us, then go back to snoring
cooped up in the apartment yeah it was always boring
forever love for my brothers, love them more than any other
i hated when they cried, sometimes their mouth i had to cover
didn’t matter who did what, we all had to suffer
hands over mouth, aggressive mother smothers, the three younger
even at birth, i had lost a brother
sometimes i tried to die, didn’t matter 6 feet under
tired of all the yelling, it’s as loud as thunder
digging in the trash, diving in the dumpster
how i’m not already dead, oh it’s a f-ckin wonder
seen and sold drugs, never made it out the gutter
even though i’m not a k!ller, my mind is twisted like a river
i didn’t have a dad i was always acting bad
i called someone my dad, don’t know how to feel about that
911, i do not trust anyone
been set up, lied to that’s why i lost trust
girls don’t stay around long, so connections what i l-st
i’m a piece of sh-t, gun to my head i think i should bust
death is on the phone, say that he’ll see me monday
see the calendar and see that it is monday
the sky is getting darker, clouds all swirl together
this life is hard, i’ll be in the nether, writing my suicide letter
noose around my neck, longer than a tape measure
because when i die, n0body will cry, i’m just a lonely guy
i’ve been trying to get help, but your just on standby
you say what you think, and expect me to comply
won’t thank you for your help, because that isn’t how it’s delt
bullet in my brain, if the place exists then i’m going to h-ll
people don’t treat me well, it don’t take common sense to tell
so it’s my time to go, goodbye to my bros
do not get broken by these hoes
my mom won’t shed a tear she don’t even want me here
peace instead of please, a world full of pain coming at you with no ease
and someday i hope you see that depression is a real disease

- nfs tyrone

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