Dear Suicide, Once again I've called your name Sitting on dixy Highway waiting for passing trains Career's in freeze frame, I ain't seen shit change I'm feeling even more pain cuz I'm the one to blame Two years signed, buried my grind feet first All I could drop was one mix tape and T-shirt I feel like I'm walking in reverse I'm trying to get a claim for pictures I frame Guess I need rebirth Still no sign of a train It's a shame I was hoping amtrak could split me from my brain It's a bitch when the people start learning your name Without large ad campaigns the memory fades And the industry ain't nothin' but strange People seem to know the dope from the whack Still their fond of the lame Dear suicide I've been thinking about us chillin' The train never came so I'm climbing the south B-building It's only three stories, the fall should kill me though They ask me when my shit gon' drop And now their gona' fuckin know Thinkin' I can't write songs But that ain't fuckin' so Rooftop barbeque, It must be Jim's brother Joe So Scratch that plan and onto the next one I'm tired of usin debt funds to save up for bread crumbs Last item on my list reads 'get gun' It seems these days the only good MCs are dead ones Am I losing my mind? Letting my world tumble Just because I almost fumbled the rhyme I've had females treat me just fine And all I did in return was go and burn two bad eyes blind A magi's crime And now I'm falling off the gift horse The pistol's like my tour guide It's time for me to shift course My mom loves to drink My step paps don't treat her right Selfishness can often blind a man to all the keys of life Mom your aura is grand And on the real Fuck a man who can't appreciate you right where you stand God damn I raise this pistol up and demand If there's somebody watching over me this bullet can't land The gun will just jam And i can reassess all plans Move out of Sam's scam start buildin a fam I wonder if I'm just a strand in the hour glass sand I better find out quick Click* Am I still on the land?