Mystic visions of a razor blade
 Cut my blunt with precision
 Stuff it till it's bustin'
 Sippin' on some Tussin
 Imagine it  gothic hustlin'
 Men tusslin'  women fussin'
 And they babies in the corner cryin'
 Young niggaz bang  and they ain't afriad of dyin'
 Pistol keepers  mobile phones and beepers
 Cars and hoes  and plenty dust for the geekers
 Me  I'm a break beater  microphone eater
 Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita
 But it's so hard for me to stay out the streets
 Behind tint blowin' cheap
 Fuckin' with freaks
 What kinda role model, I'ma be?
 Don't get it twisted
 Gifted, linquistic. graphic and realistic
 God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,
 Sense enough to know when to quit
 Chorus:
 I don't wanna die
 I don't wanna die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today)
 I don't wanna die
 I don't wanna die
 Thinkin' about what my eyes witnessed
 Thinkin' about what my kids gon' see
 when they get grown and independent
 What you doin' baby?
 18, strippin' daily
 A small ass apartment, tryin' to flip a Mercedes
 I don't knock shit, unless you a fiend
 Tryin' to hock shit
 Protectin' myself
 I gotta grab the gock and pop shit
 I guess that's the problem with the world today (what?)
 Black, white, asian
 So many people think this way
 Fuck with me and I'll shoot ya
 We live in, what used to be the space age, future
 To acid droppin' hippies
 Now they run the country
 Drug smugglin' with my tax money
 Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators
 White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters
 All of this, plus I gotta watch the nigga next door
 What you think I pray for, man
 Chorus
 Life ain't nothin' but preperation
 For the angels and the demons that we all gon' face when,
 The soul and the body seperate, that's death
 Nothin' left but darkness, after your last breath
 Well, all of that shit is in the past
 Enjoy it while you got it, cause you can't take it with your ass
 Where I'm from, any day can be your last
 That's why them thug niggaz live life hard and fast
 Slowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown
 Unaware, a showdown's about to go down
 Why we gotta clown instead of bein' kinfolks
 Why do white folks, think all we know is sellin' dope?
 Some can't cope, and got out hangin' from a rope
 Slit wrists, found shakin' from an overdose
 Tupac and Biggie got they life snatched away
 Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne
 Chorus
 That's all baby,
 You never know when you gotta go
 Deaths around the corner
 Your nobody, till somebody kils you
 But I don't wanna die
 I don't wanna die
 Hey, I don't wanna die
 Can you hear me?
 I don't wanna die
 I don't wanna die
 I don't wanna die
 DIe, die, die, die, die (repeated till end