Mr. Blackston - Final Exit lyrics

rate me

Weighin' the options of life and death

Fantasizin', goddamn it'd be nice to rest

A .38 Smith & Wess' up against my flesh

A nigga finally feelin' blessed once the trigger's pressed

Deep thoughts about my family, how would they react?

Insomniac, left his world like a maniac

A self-inflicted gunshot left me stretched out

Stressed out, so depressed I chose the best route

My family probably havin' fits cause I called it quits

My niggas mad cause they probably think it was a bitch

That shoe fits but it's small like a combination

No bitch alone can send me to eternal condemnation

Shit I'm facin's got me sittin' at the edge of my bed

Head achin' cause I'm cryin' as I beg to be dead

I can't wait until this hot slug enters my head

Finally for Mark tears are eventually shed

Dear God, I can't believe my life has come to this

I soak my arms up in ice tryin' to numb my wrist

I think about the opportunities I've had and blown

Got nothin' else to do but think cause I'm that alone

My hope is gone, went to college but I fucked it up

Got kicked out, but my heart told me: suck it up!

So I did, spent the next few years in hell

I'm losing job after job seein' dreams fail

Seein' niggas who ain't shit get the luxuries

Nice guys finish last, who gives a fuck for me?

Reluctantly put the barrel underneath my chin

My only witness is my best friends, weed and gin

They know my sin cause I talk to 'em every night

My forty ounce is always there when me and God fight

I close my eyes tight, ready for the twilight

My life and death is just another ghetto highlight

Goodbye life

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Dear God, do you listen when I cuss you out?

Don't it provoke you to respond to what I'm fussin 'bout?

Don't it concern you that I'm losin' my belief

Confusion from massive grief got me on my knees

Why you refusin' to send relief?

I spend most of my lonely existence thinkin', conversatin'

Tellin' the master of creation what I'm contemplatin'

Arguin', sometimes yellin', tears swellin'

Threatenin' to put one in my melon, finally expellin'

My tormented soul from this unbearable hell I dwell in

Searchin' like Magellan to exit this hole I fell in

This hole I live in, askin' God am I not forgiven

For my crimes in a previous life

Was I a sinner cursin God in a devious life?

Does Jesus Christ hold a grudge against me while others live the easiest life?

With no struggles, no stress, no test

Never knowin' demons like loneliness, never depressed

Never jobless, never on they hands and knees

Beggin' God please cure this poor man's disease

Was everything in church just religious fantasies

Destroyed by science findin' ancient man's debris?

If you listenin' God speak to me and answer these

Questions we been askin' since we covered plants with leaves

Why do good people feel Satan's wicked embrace?

Why are good people sick and displaced?

Why are good people forced to live a life that is empty and stressed?

While the wicked seem happy and blessed

Talk to me, the devil's tryin' to walk through me

Will you respond or will the coroner be forced to put the chalk to me?

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