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Artist: Gravediggaz
Canonical path: /gravediggaz/1-800-suicide-remix
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1-800-Suicide (remix)
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Curated by Ethan Walker
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1-800-Suicide (remix)
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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
[fuck 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 [Fuck 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
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