Lyrics:
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
Get you right up close near it
Possessed by the Eazy-E spirit
Ice-T set the limit
And niggas won't cross this line
suicide - and niggas won't cross
Can't go no where, man gotta wait in this cell
Contemplated suicide, man by a shank in this cell
Drag queens that you probably never think was a male
Forget happiness that's a side note
I wanna die leave a suicide note
Why do I feel like this I don't know
Tell myself I'll make it I won't though
I
Addiction in my life but I think I'll be alright
Suicide is tempting more with every single night
I love to be alive but there's not much in this
to rejuvenate thoughts of suicide with my nickel plate
Reconciliation came from my enemy-friend
Who said family don't bend
We stay silent till the end
Now who
style, and learn to be original
And everybody's gonna wanna diss you
Like me, we stood up for the South Bronx
And every sucker MC had a response
You
home, I want to go home,
Oh, how I want to go home!
Home, folks think I'm big in Detroit City.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
Maybe I should fake my suicide
And have them bury me alive
And every dream that I've built
Has been surpressed by my guilt,
can't you see that I've
But it just keeps passing me by that's why I wrote all those letters
Prayed that I could somehow die
I Didn't want to see another day
But am still here
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy the Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Ayo Wheezy let's get
running free
I love to watch you play
With your friends in a pickup game
Reminds me of our hacienda by the bay
A letter was received
That said we had
like this could even make the devil commit suicide
hung from a tree on Johannesburg with no parachute
Big-Bigfoot captured by UFO's
Haloes were
like a glared i had to make a
Stand in the mirror they ain’t terror by gang fellas /bout my cheddar get’m barreta as clever then my last letter /
Now
Yeah I'm from the south side looking for the sunlight
But I'm from the town where the sun don't rise
Blinded by a strobe light I don't even if I'm
Even thou I had less
I still vision my self being the Best
I'm suicide yeah
I'm still suicide yaah
Different conditions
Got too much grace in my blood
[Helicopter flying overhead]
"Outside the South Central area, few cared about the violence
Because - it didn't affect them." - Tom Brokaw
"Break
actin shy
Startled by the lights on stage, don't close yo' eyes
Thinkin' Rodeo Drive, sweets at the Lama Ties
Oh she fly but it's gon' take more booty
actin shy
Startled by the lights on stage, don't close yo' eyes
Thinkin' Rodeo Drive, sweets at the Lama Ties
Oh she fly but it's gon' take more booty
Dear feller
I'm writing you this letter
After all this time
Never knew what to think about
Til I left my sweater in my seat
Walking back to class in
They tell me put my life in a song
And leave it
Well this is my suicide letter
Tell me who reads it
Then tell me who grieving
And who keeping it in
As my suicide letter burns...
I feel this heat like the money earns
I reach this beat like the honey urns
The exorcist, this threat to live
Affects
to make my life end
It required a lake and a bag of cement
The sun started setting it was all prepared
A rose for my mom, a letter to my dad
I stood by
Oooo
I'm tired
I'm tired
I'm tired of my mind
Lord save me from my night
I'm tired of the lies
Lord save me from my nights
Been opened up by knives
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