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Sometimes I feel like i wanna die
I'm gettin tired of living and dats no lie
So go get a casket, some flowers, and a shovel
So I can go to hell and come face to face with the devil
I'm going to tell him he's a coward to his face
Then tell him move aside so I can take his place
And if he tries to swing, I'll break his window
Then send 64 at him like I'm playing Nintendo
Or better yet send me up to the skies
So I can see the Lord with my own eyes
See if angels really fly with wings
And if they do I'll get a pair of those things
Maybe I can see my firends John and Tashawn
Reminisce about playing football on the school lawn
And I'll go talk to my aunt Te-Te
To ask her where she put that Christmas CD
I'm no longer alive in body, I'm just a spirit
I'm calling peoples names but I doubt that they can hear it
I'm merely a body of air wandering the earth
I'll never have sex again, and I can't pretend that it don't hurt
They say money can't come with you when you die
I tried to bring it anyway but it wasn't worth the try
There isn't anything up there you can buy
There are no cars, no problem, I can just...glide
Or just fly so opposite of low
There is no better feeling than that you know
I notice that I never ever ever get sleepy
I can't get hurt, so you can't stab or shoot me
Blessed with the ability to walk through bodies
Went through a fat man and I saw beer and salami
Went through a girl who was pregnant with a baby
She had crack and coke in her system, shame on that lady
Then I see a boy who looks like my reflection
The only way to describe his look is perfection
Just before I can say "wait"
That is when I awake.......

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