I'm lying in critical condition in this hopital bed,
with three bullets in my head.
The pain is searing through my brain,
causing me to cry out to the Lord in vain.
I told the Lord that if he plans to take me,
then let me leave quietly.
I never thought that I would be on
the recieving end,
of a bullet from my best friend.
We let money and women come in between us.
Therefore, there wasn't much trust between us.
Obviously, my friend needs to see a psychiatrist.
I never thought that he was like this.
He was a angel in disguise,
that unvieled his true identity right before my own eyes.
This is the result of all those years he smoked crack.
I know he wishes that he could have those years back.
All that crack, flipped his brain like an acrobat
and now he's trapped like Daniel was in the lion's den.
Because of him, my life is descending
and is close to an ending.
I belive that my life is coming to an end
and my afterlife is fixing to begin.
Before I go, I would like to thank everybody
who was positive and all the ones that cared and loved me.
I hope you all stay strong,
reach mountain peaks, and hold on.
At my last breath, I closed my eyes and told the world my final goodbye.