[Judicious] My suicidal ideation Has got me puking crying, dying aching And my throat waiting for my next do or die idea of my creation Breakin my trachea after I tripped on a rake on a stake out Ordered it take out, then proceeded to make out with this bitch Then I raped her fuckin brains out Cant stop feelin depressed, Im too stressed Unless I ingest some cess, that feels the best But I cant get the rest of this shit off my chest Guess Im not blessed enough to clean this mess up Dont repress any I let it out, could give a fuck less Quinny you aint in pain youre a soldier Why do I feel like so much fuckin weight on my shoulders Like a dump truck loaded with boulders the older I get my heart grows colder Ive cried so many god damn tears over the years its over Drank so many solo beers fuck my peers who cant maintain sober Drained the brain of sane thoughts in with the insane Thousands of thoughts in my head, some Im caught up I dread Im prayin I dont get the ones sayin get dropped and be dead Do it to yourself Fuckin fuck fuckin fuck fuck Kill Me
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