In order to make that trip to the future 
As efficiently as possible 
There's certain things in the past 
You'll have to leave in the past 
I'd rather be dead 
Than living in a world like this 
With nothing to eat 
No shoes on my feet 
Can't get a job 'cause my skin color 
Can't get a cab 'cause I'm a brother 
My back's against the wall 
In fear I might fall 
My last words when I die 
Will be fuck yall hoes 
Nobody knows me 
Nobody owes me shit 
So suck my dick 
I'd rather be dead 'cause I'm sick 
Of all this racism KKK shit 
All brothers aint bad 
But see you treat us like animals 
So we tend to get mad 
This is for the suicidalists 
I'd rather be dead 
Grab a nine and I might just 
Cross my heart and hope to die 
Pull the trigger 
And kiss the whole world good bye 
This is for my dead homies 
Dead bodies found layin' in my pocket 
But ya don't know me 
You still creamin' on my old shit 
But I aint said nothing new 
It's just that you don't know shit 
I'm still knockin' 'em out 
Knockin' 'em dead 
Did what I said 
'Cause I'd rather be dead 
I'd rather be dead 
I'd rather be dead no jokin' 
No use prayin' 
With the preacher for money 
It ain't workin' 
No use gettin' me a nine to five 
'Cause either way you look at it 
I'm breakin' my back to be alive 
It goes something like that 
Then something like this 
Next thing you know I get pissed 
My life is up an down 
How you think that sound 
I'd rather be dead 
I can't fuck around 
Time is wastin' 
Lost the rat racin' 
I just found out 
My dad's free basin' 
Problems fall on my head like a ton of bricks 
And all I wanna do is get my gun quick 
Bad news 
Bad signs 
And everytime I wanna talk 
Somebody tell me it's a bad time 
Another victim of circumstance 
Mislead 
That's why I'd rather be dead 
For those of you who had trauma in the past 
(I'd rather be dead) 
Experienced set backs 
Love didn't work out for ya 
I'd rather be dead 'cause I'm pissed off 
And I'm mad at the world 
I ain't got to girl or no money 
Everything's sad but funny 
Everybody seems to think I'm a dummy 
But I'm gonna show 'em all 
I won't miss none of yall 
Try to figure out why I did it 
You think you know it 
I'm gonna hold my breath 
And wish my death 
And when I open my eyes 
I wish that there's no more life left in my body 
So I can party with the devil 
'Cause I'm goin' to hell 
Might aswell 
Soul and body 
Embedded in a wooden box 
When they put me in the ground 
People just couldn't stop cryin' 
'Cause they heard my soul is dyin' 
I'm going to hell 
So you can stop tryin' to pray for me 
You Should've talked to me 
Now I'm gonna haunt your ass 
Every night you sleep 
You better heed the word 
That the dead man said 
'Cause one day 
You'll rather be dead 
There's present tense 
There are problems 
There are solutions 
When we dwell too much on the problems 
Your not spending enough time 
Quality time 
On the solutions 
The solutions are the only thing that will delete the problems