Rain Drops

[Chorus: Novel]

Tear drops in the pillow on my bed

Still Trying to keep my head up

Know you'd rather see me dead

And the raindrops keep on falling

I said they keep on falling

And they keep on falling

I said they keep on falling

(Slaughterhouse Yo)

[Royce Da 5'9":]

I'm the product of when a nigga's mama gives up

Crying lying in the trash with the lid shut

Ain't got no family my mind is tender my

Daddy's invisible my Mom's is Brenda unhh

If I survive I'm grow into what

Society considers trash the rope is to us

That means I'm hanging myself by living

The noose is getting murdered that or going to prison

My minds controlled before I learned mind control

What you call living life I call dying slow

I'm genetically predisposed

The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul freezing cold

Feeling like I was given life and if I take it at least I choose

I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops

Til then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops

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[Crooked I:]

(Cause this is my pain)

Dear auntie I still feel your timeless sorrow

Before you died it's like your body was mine to borrow

Like I jumped in your physical shell

While you was going through miserable hell saying goodbye to tomorrow

Everyday it make me sad, angry, mad how you were sent to heaven sacred path

Duct taped and gagged plus raped and stabbed body draped in blood what a faith to have

Such a pitiful end I'm popping Ritalin like they skittles cause

When I sleep I can feel it again and again and again it's difficult

Killing is the wickedest biblical sin I'm talking about momma's identical twin

I see your face when I look at her

Her reminder of how I've been in the cold

Since 14 years old

Swear to GOD I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops

Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops. (Rest In Peace Chacha)

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[Joe Budden:]

Nah I ain't move bricks on the peter pan

No father around to teach me how to be a man

We was too high didn't know when we would land

Scraping coke on the weed til' niggas didn't see a plant

Alcoholic's child raise off of sugar water

Headed to you and just thought about how good he was brought up

Coulda woulda outta one track mind

They say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter

And now I'm writing a book and the hoods the author

Called the "Obvious Poker Face The Look of Torture"

Teach you how to climb your way out that ditch then

Me all I need is this pen and thick skin

Being so bright could mean you lit then

Cause you start trying to figure out a figment

I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops

Til then all I hear is wind and rain drops

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[Joell Ortiz:]

(Check it out)

I'm still waiting on my did to get back

He went to the store in 84 and I ain't seen him after that

Another single mom public assisted the rent wasn't consistent

So they had us back and forth to court in the months of the blizzard (Freezing)

My sneakers leaned the rubber was missing

No one on ones they always jumped me no brothers and sisters to hold me down

Along with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes

Gun shots and me sleep walking I hate weights

A whole lot of crying police chalking that fate tape

Ambulance never on time they like a day late

My cousin ain't had to vacate my best friend since age eight

Sometimes I can't hold them I kid you not

Eyes get swollen holding on that tissue box

Somebody get a mop

I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops

Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops

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