Jump-S-Tuda/M.P./Sniffles

Jump (feat. M.P., Sniffles) - S-Tuda [Fes Taylor] Yo, misery and pain, if I put a bullet in my brain Will the world remember me the same Would the game even acknowledg I'm gone Or will they treat me like some fake friends when dollars is gone I'm having thoughts of swallowing pills Perscription bottles is filled, laying in the hospital, still Have dreams of standing on the roof ledge, and I don't really care What who said, I'm better off dead Ropes hanging from the ceiling, coat hangers, so you won't hear me squeeling I'm just explaining how I'm feeling Already going to hell, for the way that I live Plus it's a sin for the way that I die Lord for what I'm bout to do, you probably never forgive But tell the world that I'm saying goodbye If this the last thing I ever write I sacrifice my own soul, just so my son could live a better life Even Christ gave his life for you I'm thinking like this the only thing left right to do Nobody probably show up to my funeral Word straight out my aunt's mouth; 'you the let the streets ruin you' I just want the brain and stop... Don't let my child grow up, be the same as his pops I use my last breathe of oxygen, just to recite this Neighborhood gossiping, how I sliced my wrist Son it's too much to bare, cuz they ain't really care When I was there, I'll see if they miss me, when I ain't here [Chorus: Fes Taylor] Too close to the ledge, jump, jump Too close to the ledge, jump, jump Too close to the ledge, jump, jump I'm hollering out; 'is this what you want?' [Fes Taylor] I'm like, S.I.C., front cover of the CD I know my brother's above us, be happy when they see me They say I'm going to hell, oh well I've been, living in hell, since I cracked out the shell Is this the end, something like New Edition Don't call it suicide, this is like a crucifiction