Rip Styles - Afta Midnight

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I often wonder bout committing suicide or maybe homicide well i dunno just as long as someone dies, my mind is acting' ill i can't straighten it out, i'm having' doubts, the wrong words are coming' out my mouth, i think about it everyday and everynight, when i go i drink and always end up in a fight, i'm wishing that one who scrap wit gets the upper hand baby with the other hand grab the loaded two-hand, i dunno it just never happens, maybe i should get my own toon and do my own capping' first i would take out all my enemies, assassination like sir harr did the Kennedy's, and if i did it, see everyone would know, cuz i would leave a note saying i don't know what got into me, yo, i use to be the one they call the shining sun, the one kicking mad humor having mad fun, but now im older considered to be the bad one walking around the streets with 3 fifty seven magnums, i don't know you tell me is it wrong or right, put down in a place just faced into a stereotype and try to turn the other cheek change it up and make a right, you got fight the fight and don't believe the hype, my mind is overtaken by the worst, and everytime i think about it feels like my brain is gonna burst
it seems like im walking through a tunnel my life is getting' narrow i wanna backflip off the verrazano.

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Grief and tragedy more and more casualty, after midnight thoughts of poverty drowns me (its a suicide) after midnight too much stress has a way of taking' lives in the night(aft midnight)grief and tragedy more and more casualty, after midnight thoughts of poverty drowns me (its a suicide) after midnight too much stress has a way of taking' lives in the night.

I check my dome, it feels kinda good at times, but when im down these voices start running' through my mind, it seems like im headed down the same track and besides the monkeys on my motherfuckin back, can't take it nomore i think im gonna flip, i look around it seems like my mind is playing tricks, i try to shake it off but i can't, i even try sleeping' but voices in my head start creeping', is it the demons or the lord, please somebody help me cuz i think i'm going overboard, i don't like the way it's going down, the way my life is going it feels like my foot is in the ground, somebody help me, i think i'm gonna end it, i think i lost the love on my knees praying to the man above, lord help me help me if you can, i need some type of guidance don't like the person that i am, i can't take it the stress that you're giving' me, i wanna box myself up like a u.p.s. delivery, everyday and night im puffin' sess, forgetting' about the stress staying high cause my life's a fuckin mess i think about it everyday, it makes me wanna cry or can i ask the question, somebody tell me why, where'd i go wrong in the game, i use to be the man now i wanna put the slug in my brain, i try to maintain but it's killing' me and when i open up my mail local scams always filling' me, it just makes me go more insane, i think i wanna drink some gasoline and then kiss the flames, there's just one problem though i can't stand the pain, plus i leave a big mess if i cold slit my veins, see i should take a bath butt naked in the rain and grip the third rail in the path of a train then burst in flames its all the same im felling like Kurt kurbain im going insane, my weed government tactics society's the flame, forgive me
for the sins lord for which i have you gunned for what i did for what im doing' for what has been done, i think i understand now how life's so cruel, you living' life's sins so when you die you're screwed, so feel the force of this black stealth killer, gorilla when i go check the butt not the miller, but on the real i feel like just taking' the steal and putting it to my grill, you know the deal it feels like the world is on my back, i gotta get my gat, fuck that.

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Grief and tragedy's more and more casualty's, afta midnight thoughts of poverty drowns me (its a suicide) after midnight too much stress has a way of taking' lives in the night(after midnight)grief and tragedy's more and more casualty's, afta midnight thoughts of poverty drowns me (yo, its a suicide) after midnight too much stress has a way of taking' lives in the night (after midnight)
grief and tragedy more and more casualty, after midnight thoughts of poverty drowns me (its a suicide) after midnight too much stress has a way of taking' lives in the night(after midnight)