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...I got more...please don't take mine.....it's too easy to go out these days, I'll tell you.someone take you out with a needle in a club...give you some HIV, whooh!muthafuckin airplanes crashin, cars crashin, fools shootin' eachother, cops shooting people, fools dyin from smokin shitthere's like too many options....I dont' wanna take my pick.I wish that you were lyingI heard the news and I've been cryingno one's eyein' really? I remember Billy like yesterdayI hate that phrase, plus the way you hear about itlike, "you remember so and so? Used to be down with so and so" they had to go - you won't ever see them at another showI know his brother, yohis mother she could barely take it he said she shakes and stays awake at nightshe still ain't touch his roomif only he would've made a right instead it'd be one less dead that we knewone more head on the brew, one less room on the curb I'm disturbed, it just occured to me the last time we spoke I didn't hear a word and seeI could've been around that dayI guess I saw the positive note, in a wayI'd quote what he'd saythen dream about him toosometimes wake up thinkin it was all coolLetras de cancionesand all fools know that feelingwhether accidental cap peeling, sealed in fatesup? you got a date. what?at the front gates, pearlytime waits for no man and it's never not early to expireI feel the fire on my ass'cause everytime I turn around, someone too close they gotta pass. Someone too close, they gotta pass away[hook x2]If death shall come knocking at my door today I'll tell the motherfucker leave 'cause I got more to sayI know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his timebut please don't take mine, please don't take mineNow how many people got out like they plannedto answer, probably none leave how they comebeautiful and peaceful, don't see that too oftencan't soften the pain you can barely get out a blood stain on a rugbut you're just a name quick, you make 4 friends dead then when you're alive it fitsstart getting tattoos & shit then bitingclaiming you were best pals looking for they name up in your writingsfamily wants heirlooms and everyone starts thinkin' about their doomand stop living dangerous for a monthafter that it's back to blunts and OC beltsflowers on your grave dying and only your mother's weak, still crying'Til that day I think about it, dreadedtrying to do as much as I can so I don't regret ithoping that my family and my friends outlast meand I live to be 9-3, and find the key to why I be aliveand find the key to why I be, but...[hook x2]If death shall come knocking at my door today I'll tell the motherfucker leave 'cause I got more to sayI know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his timebut please don't take mine, please don't take mineI'm trying to use mine...please don't take mine..... From Letras Mania