Gloomy days got my head twisted
Mystic visions of a razor blade
Cut my blunt with precision

Stuff it till it's bustin'
Sippin' on some Tussin
Imagine it, gothic hustlin'

Men tusslin', women fussin'
And they babies in the corner cryin'
Young ^!$$%z bang, and they ain't afriad of dyin'

Pistol keepers, mobile phones and beepers
Cars and hoes, and plenty dust for the geekers
Me, I'm a break beater, microphone eater

Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita
But it's so hard for me to stay out the streets
Behind tint blowin' cheap

$#&@in' with freaks
What kinda role model, I'ma be?
Don't get it twisted

Gifted, linquistic. graphic and realistic
God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,
Sense enough to know when to quit


Chorus:
I don't want to die

I don't want to die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today)
I don't want to die
I don't want to die


Thinkin' about what my eyes witnessed
Thinkin' about what my kids gon' see

when they get grown and independent
What you doin' baby?
18, strippin' daily

A small $$# apartment, tryin' to flip a Mercedes
I don't knock %#@!, unless you a fiend
Tryin' to hock %#@!

Protectin' myself
I gotta grab the gock and pop %#@!
I guess that's the problem with the world today (what?)

Black, white, asian
So many people think this way
$#&@ with me and I'll shoot ya

We live in, what used to be the space age, future
To acid droppin' hippies
Now they run the country

Drug smugglin' with my tax money
Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators
White power, skin head, Jew and ^!$$% haters

All of this, plus I gotta watch the ^!$$% next door
What you think I pray for, man


Chorus

Life ain't nothin' but preperation

For the angels and the demons that we all gon' face when,
The soul and the body separate, that's death
Nothin' left but darkness, after your last breath

Well, all of that %#@! is in the past
Enjoy it while you got it, cause you can't take it with your $$#
Where I'm from, any day can be your last

That's why them thug ^!$$%z live life hard and fast
Slowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown
Unaware, a showdown's about to go down

Why we gotta clown instead of bein' kinfolks
Why do white folks, think all we know is sellin' dope?
Some can't cope, and got out hangin' from a rope

Slit wrists, found shakin' from an overdose
Tupac and Biggie got they life snatched away
Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne


Chorus


That's all baby,
You never know when you gotta go
Deaths around the corner

Your nobody, till somebody kils you
But I don't want to die
I don't want to die
Hey, I don't want to die
Can you hear me?

I don't want to die
I don't want to die
I don't want to die
DIe, die, die, die, die (repeated till end)