Doa

If I'm the shit, that means pretty soon I'll be killing shit Ain't shit sweet, just salt from the tear gland Tired of faking what they be calling real man Go ahead, run that facade When the rope around the neck, don't act surprised Most part, I'm dead inside Gold heart, pray to survive But at the same time, I was born with a tombstone Here lies Andre Mez on the news roll Now they saying I was too young And they missing all the good old Days when my brain wasn't on a short circuit When I could be left alone and not hurting See what they don't understand Been a problem for eleven years, since a little man Third grade, suicide seem feasible Looking back, it might've been unreasonable But fuck it, I was feeling how I felt I was tying up a knot tryna hang from a belt Thank god I was never raised Cub Scout Role models more so pulling snubs out Death or jail sounded like a fucking joy ride Looking back, I kinda wish that little boy died Grew past it, only suffered more pain But I feel I had it coming, no poor thing 85 percent of smiles I was forcing Back of my mind wishing I was an abortion Shitty mind state bestowed upon a young child Now I'm stuck with the devils tryna force out My life is finding my issues a proper way to rhyme I'm tryna air em out before I run up out of time DOA DOA This might be the last time that you see Andre DOA DOA This might be the last time that you see Andre DOA DOA This might be the last time that you see Andre Problems be hereditary, you can't tell me shit hoe Everywhere I look, people miserable Tell me just smile motherfucker, not quite Breathe a little right before I end my life Rock bottom the new spot Three bullets, deuce deuce the new cop Never thought that I would make a suicide plan Swore that I would be irrational and die right there 16, saw that wasn't nothing gon change So I made a blueprint where I ain't have to blow brains Go to the doctor with mental problems And they give me pills hoping they will solve em And I kill myself on a so-called OD Put the car in park and let the hammer go free Bye-bye Andre, bye-bye heartbreak Bye to the pain regardless what the glass shards say I wonder, how it'd be now If my body was laying underneath ground Everybody say I got a lot to live for It ain't you then you'll never really be sure Scheming on my casket, smiling at you bastards Hits too deep, learned how to mask it Fuck it, mask off when the track play You would think that every day for me a bad day And that ain't too far off Winter time, keep warm with a sawed-off Still the same kid, no dollar, just dreams Pointing fake guns in the mirror armed with a beam PSA for the ones who feel the same When I'm gone, please do not replicate Joking bout my death like there's no time left Reality will strike the pavement when I take that step DOA DOA This gon be the last time that you see Andre DOA DOA This gon be the last time that you see Andre DOA DOA This gon be the last time that you see Andre DOA DOA This gon be the last time that you see Andre