R.I.P

by Dahol Otoide
(Mississauga, Ontario, Canada)

at 6 am i got a call from a friend
he said i could end yur life today starting at ten
oclock, he could have the power to make my heart stop
like a bullet entering my system jus call me blot clot
but i cant even talk to him, cause all i want is anger
anger controls me call me the definition of danger
and they say you need to express yurself to get rid of yur feelings
like im hurting inside all i need is a little bleeding
so i could wash my face from the problems that lie beneath
the guy you see inside frightened by a little defeat
Right now is noon, and the sun is at his highest
my soul leaving my body, jus call me the fliest
thats making his bed that he gonne be lying in
a death bed, coffin, pftt enough said
we all have our dates, dates of our death
call me heartless, like the way be running out of breath
I dont know what happened, i was such a nice kid
from age 3 to 7, the childhood that i rid
and i hoped on to that journey call life
i took the wrong path, can you please tell me if this is right
but right could sometimes be wrong
like havin to hang yur head, and keepin strong
playing games on the streets is not who carrys the most ice
itz like yu have to be winner, but nigga roll the dice
but R.I.P tis kid, livin brutetly downstairs
i could walk up, but i'll drown from my tears