Poetry combined with hip-hop. A little bit more straight forward, but still using literary elements. Same gun from day one, it’s hard to pull it Same look then, except for one departed bullet Different situation, expected consequences Duckin’ and dodging life, oh yeah and not to mention, Mental, the stability’s all up in the air Plus line might be crossed between what’s wrong and fair Knowin’ what’s gone’s a longer scare, the big Mistake was to act out and stop and stare Thinkin’ back things used to be so loose and clean But this nightmare can seem just like a lucid dream It’s hard to believe something like this was achieved Payback wasn’t that great, the victory teased And told it was all ya need, I guess not The questions, who really deserves to get shot? Doesn’t it the make ya the same? to react dumb? That scumbag you hate, then you turn into that scum Just to look in the face of life and blow smoke in In slow motion, though it’s ugly and so broken God comes to mind, it’s said that you should pray But all I got back was what is thought that he would say If any consolation, there was colossal faith in The whole thing, but no match for trauma facin’ This black hole parallel can look so releivin’ A gateway to a place that’s beyond dreamin’ So close, it seems like the way’s in sight That road to dark can seem like a fade to light Filled up with an empty view, why bother With choice when this life is already simply through The thought process can seem like an illusion But the method has brought things to one conclusion There’s really no way back, but one way out And the way is calling so close, no doubt -------------------- Something you'd never get, most wish they didn't either dark and lonely thoughts is what this sin'll feed ya a tapeworm in the reasoning makes 'em collect more and more regret, but's it's not the worst yet sweating happy thoughts.....coughin' blood loss of love....not as bad as the thoughts above in the form of rain clouds, some forgot in the flood can't make it to the boat, feet caught in the mud the more thoughts, the more it's realized the choice locks can't call for help, too much decay in the voice box will this be the first or last life decision ever made? no deadline, no guarantee in seven days they call it selfish, the intelligent could plee but they can't relate and don't need to be set free revenge is sweet, or it pretends to be it's never how the story really ends you see always the satisfaction, never the reaction the good hearted soul never is the one relaxin' always the one feelin bad for the destruction in the end though he's the only one who's really stuck with a hard choice, it doesn't matter who's lovein to stay cause when emotion ever really come into play? can't be seen, there''s really no time time to lose life's a right, property, time to choose ----- stumble around around, try to load up the bullets in death metal it's called, the piece is now full of it pull the hammer, it starts lookin a little familiar this should be really easy for a villian, a killer take a deep breath, and think about the logic mind's empty, nothin but this object talk is cheap, but the choice won't be doin' the least speakin from the heart, sincerely the newly deceased... This is a true story about a young killer and a battle with thoughts of suicide because of his conscience and good heart. The last line said "speakin from the heart, sincerely the newly deceased" and suggests more of his heart being dead so to speak, and not actually going through with it.
