[Verse 1: Frukwan]
Back in the ghetto it rained for forty days
A-alike slain but I can't show no pain
My headache, enormous proportions is the size of a bucket
Painkillers can't touch it
Yo, what my little brothers gone
Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart
We shared the good and the bad times
When Moms broke out to the store, it was half time
Remember she came back yo and we got beatings with the Hot Wheels track
I felt the hurt from your own predicament
Lost your scholarship, can't play pro ball with torn ligaments
Career suddenly ended, your goal is offended
Suicide death tips recommended to try, black
But you and I verse, as we bless the earth
So let us pour the wine preventing suicide
[Verse 2: Poetic]
Nicole's torn away from home at age 12
In search of herself she found an angel of hell
Who deceived her like Eve and convinced her to leave
Her family you can see she was very naïve
The fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts
In a cult with no culture, soon she was forced
Into showing her skin tones for thin, grins and moans
To please her savior Jim Jones, her pop's was an ex-marine
Him and his team got M-16's so they could blow up the scene
"No tambourine-beating Deacon, is freaking my seed
Every weekend, as long as I'm breathing"
They parachuted in, Started shooting men, Recruited by Jim
Grabbed Nicole and threw her in
To the trunk, She was that close to drinking the punch
And realized, False prophets lead to suicide
Back in the ghetto it rained for forty days
A-alike slain but I can't show no pain
My headache, enormous proportions is the size of a bucket
Painkillers can't touch it
Yo, what my little brothers gone
Now I'm torn apart as I stand with the knife at my heart
We shared the good and the bad times
When Moms broke out to the store, it was half time
Remember she came back yo and we got beatings with the Hot Wheels track
I felt the hurt from your own predicament
Lost your scholarship, can't play pro ball with torn ligaments
Career suddenly ended, your goal is offended
Suicide death tips recommended to try, black
But you and I verse, as we bless the earth
So let us pour the wine preventing suicide
[Verse 2: Poetic]
Nicole's torn away from home at age 12
In search of herself she found an angel of hell
Who deceived her like Eve and convinced her to leave
Her family you can see she was very naïve
The fallacy she was taught was brain washed thoughts
In a cult with no culture, soon she was forced
Into showing her skin tones for thin, grins and moans
To please her savior Jim Jones, her pop's was an ex-marine
Him and his team got M-16's so they could blow up the scene
"No tambourine-beating Deacon, is freaking my seed
Every weekend, as long as I'm breathing"
They parachuted in, Started shooting men, Recruited by Jim
Grabbed Nicole and threw her in
To the trunk, She was that close to drinking the punch
And realized, False prophets lead to suicide
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