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 forsaken bore
now i say god because i'm programmed 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 tongue

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

cuz 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

this 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
this life is a disaster and it stinks
you see him trying to find a way out

[hook]
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
[tech n9ne]
i went to visit wounded soilders at camp pendelton

and the cost of the missing limbs it mean that it's no love like wimbledon
when they sat before me young as hell
look at me accolades like gentlemen

i'm thinking that the enemy took away their ability
to walk and to touch no way of rekindling
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 our families grieving cause war is receding
their peeps and they crying their butts off

that's why i give so much, when i flo bust
while we got it so good, cuz it's so rough
but the young soldiers 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 description
i don't know if my gods with this one

but i guess it's the laws of sick men
sending out young-uns and they fall the victims
of an evil klan's plan

that's why i be saying dwam
cause on 9/11 i realized our fate is in another mans hands


[hook]
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 too 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 affect of living in generation x-y-z
obsessed with pain and greave
man i wished we were both kids again
things were simpler than 90?s incidents got me losing friends to the hands of violent men, fast
faster then speeding bullets

whizzing down alley ways
so probably i'm waking up from this haze
but only to realize the world hasn't changed
some of ya'll 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 today's
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 tempt death with a blank stare
[hook]
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