A little while ago,
I nearlly ended my show.
But then I turned around and saw that gun,
I thought "this is it. I'm done."
This is what I wanted. To die,
Instead of lay down and cry.
I found out that this gun is real,
And I can tell it from the feel.
I pull the handgun up to my head and said,
"Goodbye. If you hate me, maybe you won't when I'm dead"
And then I have a flashback,
To when I was Zodiac.
To when I used to act black. (no offence)
The room spinning like crazy,
My vision turns blurry and hazy.
I stop, search and find a gun,
And said "F**k this I'm done"
So we gonna beef, and keep on beefin, unless
You're gonna agree, to meet with me in the flesh
And settle this face to face, and you're gonna see
A demon unleashed in me, that you've never seen
And make the demon make you bleedin.
Cause you know you are the reason for,
Me wanting to die even more and make my eyes sore.
That is why I want to pull the trigger now,
And die before I even hear a pow.
And then when the cops ask how,
You'll cry and say "......wow....."
The room spinning like crazy,
My vision turns blurry and hazy.
I stop, search and find a gun,
And said "F**k this I'm done"
I think of what my friends say,
And wether this should be my last day.
Wether I should actually stay,
Or if nobody wants me and tells me go away.
I think for a few minutes, a few hours,
And get up and get some flowers,
Put them next to me, tell them I love brooke,
And that I'm a half way crooke.
Put the gun up to my head,
And say I wish I was dead.
I count
3.....
2.....
1.....
There it is. It's done.
"I say no way. I'm still here brooke. I love ya hun"
The room slows, the vision returns,
And my eye stops the burns.
I say to myself, "Brooke, you mean to much to me,
For me to do this. I love you. Now do you see?
