A Suicide Note
I'm working for a person who's worse than the pay
Making minimum wage checks that get spent in a day
I'm broke as fuck now but got paid yesterday
With no clothes how am I supposed to get dressed today
Every day I pray to God to find a place to stay
Before my face decays from age and I begin to waste away
Paycheck to paycheck
With days spent to pay rent
And I ain't get a single motherfuckin raise yet
How do I stay content without a way to vent
Except through a couple records and a fucking tape cassette
It's hard for me to pay this debt with this wage set
So low I can't even eat, sleep, or take a breath
Now I've got half a mind to act asinine
Grab a mask for the cash then blast a nine
Every day I get close to going insane
So I don't even want this blood flow in my veins
I'm blowing my brains while I watch these kids get rich
I wish I could switch out my life with his
So I write to fix all the shit that life gives
Nothings more important to me than this fucking mic is
And I've begun to suffocate but I won't clutch to faith
I'm not the type of guy to leave my life up to fate
But this enough to make me try to break free
From all my inner demons and the places they take me
On this type of wage there ain't no way to pay shit
And not a cent to provide for loved ones who lay sick
Day shift
Night shift
And I can't catch a break
And I hate this boss bitching at me because I'm late
I can't pretend that I like working this job
Cause when I come home everything I've earned is robbed
I blame it on my nerves urging me to purchase Rock
But I think that deep down I know that I deserve to Rot
I'm doing overtime 20 hours in a week
Just so I can have a little bit of money to eat
As days go by this life is hard to justify
So don't be surprised if I try suicide
I know my life will always only ever be a shit show
So I'mma show up dead with a fucking slit throat
How do y'all expect me to let the shit go
Have you ever seen a fuckin bar thats set this low
I try to take a breath but I need some oxygen
Maybe three Klonopin mixed in with a lot of gin
Sometimes I wish for me to be beneath six feet
Shits bleak
With speed is how I like to mix weed
Pop a percocet then I get the urge to bet
That I'm the best emcee to be fucking stuck in debt
I know that I'm gonna die pretty fucking soon
You gon' find me hanging from the ceiling fan in my room
Making minimum wage checks that get spent in a day
I'm broke as fuck now but got paid yesterday
With no clothes how am I supposed to get dressed today
Every day I pray to God to find a place to stay
Before my face decays from age and I begin to waste away
Paycheck to paycheck
With days spent to pay rent
And I ain't get a single motherfuckin raise yet
How do I stay content without a way to vent
Except through a couple records and a fucking tape cassette
It's hard for me to pay this debt with this wage set
So low I can't even eat, sleep, or take a breath
Now I've got half a mind to act asinine
Grab a mask for the cash then blast a nine
Every day I get close to going insane
So I don't even want this blood flow in my veins
I'm blowing my brains while I watch these kids get rich
I wish I could switch out my life with his
So I write to fix all the shit that life gives
Nothings more important to me than this fucking mic is
And I've begun to suffocate but I won't clutch to faith
I'm not the type of guy to leave my life up to fate
But this enough to make me try to break free
From all my inner demons and the places they take me
On this type of wage there ain't no way to pay shit
And not a cent to provide for loved ones who lay sick
Day shift
Night shift
And I can't catch a break
And I hate this boss bitching at me because I'm late
I can't pretend that I like working this job
Cause when I come home everything I've earned is robbed
I blame it on my nerves urging me to purchase Rock
But I think that deep down I know that I deserve to Rot
I'm doing overtime 20 hours in a week
Just so I can have a little bit of money to eat
As days go by this life is hard to justify
So don't be surprised if I try suicide
I know my life will always only ever be a shit show
So I'mma show up dead with a fucking slit throat
How do y'all expect me to let the shit go
Have you ever seen a fuckin bar thats set this low
I try to take a breath but I need some oxygen
Maybe three Klonopin mixed in with a lot of gin
Sometimes I wish for me to be beneath six feet
Shits bleak
With speed is how I like to mix weed
Pop a percocet then I get the urge to bet
That I'm the best emcee to be fucking stuck in debt
I know that I'm gonna die pretty fucking soon
You gon' find me hanging from the ceiling fan in my room
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Swann
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