1-800-Suicide-Prince Paul

Verse One: Back in the getto it reained for 40 days Ear like slain but I can't show no pain, Headache, enormous proportions is the size of a bucket Pain killers can't touch it Yo, what my little brothers gone Now i'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart We shared the good and the bad times When ma broke out to the store It was half time I remember she came back And we'd get beatings with the [f**k know's but it sounds like high wheeled track!] I felt the hurt from your own predicament Lost your scholarship Can't play pro ball with torn ligaments Career suddenly ended Your goals are offended Suicide deft tips recomended to try But you and I verse as we bless the earth So let us pour the wine preventing suicide Verse Two: Nicole's torn away from home at age 12 In search of herself she found and angel of hell Who decieved her like Eve And convinced her to leave Her family You can see she was very naive The fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts In a club with no culture Soon she was forced Into showing her skin tones for thin, grins and moans To please her saviour Jim Jones Her pop's was a ex-marine Him and his team Got M-16's so they could blow up the scene They parachuted in Started shooting men Recruited by Jim Grabbed Nicole and threw her in To the trunk She was that close to drinking the punch And realized False prophets lead to suicide Verse Three: I was born at the bed of dawn Surrounded by men with horns Wicked forms But still I was happy to be born I grew up in a house of ten A mouse a men plus the vultures [F**k knows!] Lacking oxygen Every night I dreemed I saw ghosts Babies crying, Uncles dying, ma's trying Pop's lyin ma's going across his head with a frying pan Me and my man Made plans To boot the land and raise a fam (illy) But my man stands six feet in a box covered with sand Tears are dropping Dropping all Pull it back erase it kid But I figure That I got a little RZA Genocide Homicide you won't figure this out till you die It's a suicide