My Suicide Letter, Pt. 3

Fuck it, now, I done did this shit And that shit was easy, too Now, here we go with this faker's shit Niggas actin' like they neva' knew Niggas actin' like I neva' came to them and said I was strugglin' in the head Like, I ain't tell 'em, I on't wanna see a doctor I just wanna feel loved, instead They couldn't find the time to pray for me Now, they findin' time to make for me It's, "We the family" 'til the death in 'em But, it was really 'til the death of me Now it's, "We the family", t-shirts Now, er'body's feelin's deep hurt Now, er'body givin' me attention When all I wanted was to be heard All I wanted was some fucking help Now, er'body crying 'bout my death Er'body shedding tears for me? Most them tears droppin' fo' themselves Now, er'body just talked to me Let them tell it, we just chopped it up Er'body got a Trapp story 'Bout times when we chilled, just us Er'body wanna help my kids, now Close friends, up an' just in, now Hopin' they can catch her slippin', just to fuck If she let 'em, fuck it, I'm not here, now I'm not here, now Look what I did What kinda fuckin' coward ups, and leaves his kids? All 'cause I couldn't handle how I fuckin' live Shit I made this 'cause suicide's nu'n to play with If someone come to you in need of help Take a moment just to pray wit' 'em Take a moment just to stay wit' 'em That conversation that could save lives If you have thoughts about suicide Call the number that the screen provides... 1-800-273-8255