Gravediggaz:1-800-Suicide (Remix)

Verse One:

Back in the ghetto it rained for 40 days
A-alike slain but I can't show no pain,
My headache, enormous proportions is the size of a bucket
pain killers can't touch it
yo, what my little brothers gone
Now i'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart
We shared the good and the bad times
When Moms broke out to the store
it was half time
I remember she came back
and we got beatings with the Hot Wheels track
I felt the hurt from your own predicament
Lost your scholarship
Can't play pro ball with torn ligaments
Career suddenly ended
Your goals up-ended
Suicide death tips, recomended to try black
But you and I verse as we bless the earth
So let us pour the wine preventing suicide

Verse Two:

Nicole's torn away from home at age 12
In search of herself she found and angel of hell
who decieved her like Eve
and convinced her to leave
Her family
you can see she was very naive
the fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts
In a cult with no culture
Soon she was forced
Into showing her skin tones for thin, grins and moans
To please her saviour Jim Jones
Her pop's was a ex-marine
Him and his team
got M-16's so they could blow up the scene:

"No tambourine beatin' deacon
be freakin' my seed, every weekend
as long as I'm breathin'"

They parachuted in
Started shooting men
Recruited by Jim
Grabbed Nicole and threw her in
To the trunk
She was that close to drinking the punch
And realized
False prophets lead to suicide

Verse Three:

Check it out son, yo
I was born in a bed of thorns, surrounded by men with horns
Wicked forms, but still I was happy to be born
I grew up in a house of ten
A mouse a men grafted vultures, lackin' oxygen
Every night I dreamed I saw ghosts
Babies cryin', favourite Uncles dyin', mom's tryin'
Pop's lyin', mom's goin' across his head with a fryin' pan
Me and my man made plans to rule the land and raise a fam
Now my man stands six feet deep in a box, covered with sand
Tears are dropping, (niggas) droppin off
Coppin out with 2-for-5s, smokin blunts, do or die, suicide
About to face a bid, cos I tried to waste this kid
ready to embrace the biscuit to my face, pull it back
erase it kid, pull the trigger
but I figure, that I got a little RZA
Can't let me get trapped by the evil wizards
Wicked men applied genocide, homicide
For you and I to try, we'll figure this out 'til you die
It's a suicide