Mr. Blackston

Mr. Blackston - Final Exit songtekst

Je score:

Weighin' the options of life and death 

Fantasizin', goddamn it'd be nice to rest 

A .38 Smith & Wess' up against my flesh 

A nigga finally feelin' blessed once the trigger's pressed 

Deep thoughts about my family, how would they react? 

Insomniac, left his world like a maniac 

A self-inflicted gunshot left me stretched out 

Stressed out, so depressed I chose the best route 

My family probably havin' fits cause I called it quits 

My niggas mad cause they probably think it was a bitch 

That shoe fits but it's small like a combination 

No bitch alone can send me to eternal condemnation 

Shit I'm facin's got me sittin' at the edge of my bed 

Head achin' cause I'm cryin' as I beg to be dead 

I can't wait until this hot slug enters my head 

Finally for Mark tears are eventually shed 

Dear God, I can't believe my life has come to this 

I soak my arms up in ice tryin' to numb my wrist 

I think about the opportunities I've had and blown 

Got nothin' else to do but think cause I'm that alone 

My hope is gone, went to college but I fucked it up 

Got kicked out, but my heart told me: suck it up! 

So I did, spent the next few years in hell 

I'm losing job after job seein' dreams fail 

Seein' niggas who ain't shit get the luxuries 

Nice guys finish last, who gives a fuck for me? 

Reluctantly put the barrel underneath my chin 

My only witness is my best friends, weed and gin 

They know my sin cause I talk to 'em every night 

My forty ounce is always there when me and God fight 

I close my eyes tight, ready for the twilight 

My life and death is just another ghetto highlight 

Goodbye life 



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Dear God, do you listen when I cuss you out? 

Don't it provoke you to respond to what I'm fussin 'bout? 

Don't it concern you that I'm losin' my belief 

Confusion from massive grief got me on my knees 

Why you refusin' to send relief? 



I spend most of my lonely existence thinkin', conversatin' 

Tellin' the master of creation what I'm contemplatin' 

Arguin', sometimes yellin', tears swellin' 

Threatenin' to put one in my melon, finally expellin' 

My tormented soul from this unbearable hell I dwell in 

Searchin' like Magellan to exit this hole I fell in 

This hole I live in, askin' God am I not forgiven 

For my crimes in a previous life 

Was I a sinner cursin God in a devious life? 

Does Jesus Christ hold a grudge against me while others live the easiest life? 

With no struggles, no stress, no test 

Never knowin' demons like loneliness, never depressed 

Never jobless, never on they hands and knees 

Beggin' God please cure this poor man's disease 

Was everything in church just religious fantasies 

Destroyed by science findin' ancient man's debris? 

If you listenin' God speak to me and answer these 

Questions we been askin' since we covered plants with leaves 

Why do good people feel Satan's wicked embrace? 

Why are good people sick and displaced? 

Why are good people forced to live a life that is empty and stressed? 

While the wicked seem happy and blessed 

Talk to me, the devil's tryin' to walk through me 

Will you respond or will the coroner be forced to put the chalk to me? 



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