Verse One:



Back in the getto it reained for 40 days

Ear like slain but I can't show no pain,

Headache, enormous proportions is the size of a bucket

pain killers can't touch it

yo, what my little brothers gone

Now i'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart

We shared the good and the bad times

When ma broke out to the store

it was half time

I remember she came back

and we'd get beatings with the

[fuck know's but it sounds like high wheeled track!]

I felt the hurt from your own predicament

Lost your scholarship

Can't play pro ball with torn ligaments

Career suddenly ended

Your goals are offended

Suicide deft tips recomended to try

But you and I verse as we bless the earth

So let us pour the wine preventing suicide



Verse Two:



Nicole's torn away from home at age 12

In search of herself she found and angel of hell

who decieved her like Eve

and convinced her to leave

Her family

you can see she was very naive

the fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts

In a club with no culture

Soon she was forced







Into showing her skin tones for thin, grins and moans

To please her saviour Jim Jones

Her pop's was a ex-marine

Him and his team

got M-16's so they could blow up the scene

They parachuted in

Started shooting men

Recruited by Jim

Grabbed Nicole and threw her in

To the trunk

She was that close to drinking the punch

And realized

False prophets lead to suicide



Verse Three:



I was born at the bed of dawn

Surrounded by men with horns

Wicked forms

But still I was happy to be born

I grew up in a house of ten

A mouse a men plus