Drunk Rapping With A Burner

One perfectly aimed shot then I won’t be a burden

It’ll be finally working for my kids, released from anyone worried if I live

Pathetic attempts failed, I’m a piece of shit, Nas said it ain’t hard to tell

Oh well it’s been fun, been pricing, finally shooting a gun

Tired of one day speeches or so called prayer

Oh it’ll get better, manipulated in heaven’s lair

Dreams of the release, drooling three times sweet, want life but life isn’t interested

No pressure, no pressure, I know a woman much better, mysterious

One hit quitter, death but before aglitter touches.

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