I've tried writing this letter now Several times before When the parties over and the liquor is no more I tell you now that living has become somewhat a chore And following their rules is such a god for saken bore Now I say god because I'm program but I believe in none I see no interventions and I see no holy sons And if I'm wrong then strike me down and break these breathing lungs Just take the words reverse them back upon my evil tounge I've seen children harm each other like it's second nature Some just want to watch the world burn bang upon the drums And that is why the music and the rhythm will live on Kuz chaos has a melody and death just like a song I sing, sing out to the rafters I sing Close this little chapter when I think His life is a disaster and it stinks I'm trying to find a way to just sing Sing out to the rafters I sing Close this little chapter when I think His life is a disaster and it stinks You seem him trying to find a way out
What a world [x2] I'm hanging up the noose now Waiting for the end What a world [x2] I'm hanging up the noose now Waiting for the end
I went to visit wounded soilders at camp pendelton And the cost of the missing limbs it meaned that is no love like wimbelton When they sat before me young as hell Look at me alcaldes like gentlemen I'm thinking that the enemy took away their ability To walk and to touch no way of rekindalin What is now gone Unless they got money like force and lt. Dan The war If you in a dam they have no remorse and that any minute bam That's f-cked off While we chillin on tour on the bus getting sucked off Know a families greaving Because war is receding Their peeps and they cring their butts off That's why I get so much When I flo bust While we got it so good Kuz it's so rough But the young soliders who do exactly what they are told to do Damn Do exactly what they told to do Defend their country and uphold the crew But give my one and only soul for you That's a hell of a job discription I don't know if my gods with this one But I guess it's the laws of sickman Sending out youngins and they fall the victums Of an evil klans plan That's why I be saying dwam Cause on 9/11 I realized our fate is in another mans hands
What a world [x2] I'm hanging up the noose now Waiting for the end What a world [x2] I'm hanging up the noose now Waiting for the end
When I see how my love ones had left I wonder how long I would fight I wonder if I would give in And let the reaper lead me into night See I got to much pride left Like my grandma that died to early Reaching for moments More but instead the cancer in her lungs took her from me We drift Naturally like two ships in the roughest of seas That's why this moments precious yet I'm to distant to feel it complete See these days I feel so disconnected It gets harder to drop to my knees I guess that's a side-a-fect of living in generation x-y-z Obsessed with pain and greave Man I wished we were both kids again Things were simplier than 90′s innsodents got me loosing friends to The hands Of violent men Fast Faster then speeding bullets Wizzing down alley ways So bubbly I'm waking up from this haze But only to realize the world hasn't changed Suddenly I'm not even fazed Ya'll think it's the way we been raised F-ck it I'm sick and right back in this haze Cause this can turn out to be my last todays With a hope and a prayer Put a rope in the air But I'm just to scared Choking from the pressure While I rock this chest With back and forth and tip death with a breakstand
What a world [x2] I'm hanging up the noose now Waiting for the end What a world [x2] I'm hanging up the noose now Waiting for the end