[Esham One day I'ma die, don't cry Ain't no up in the sky One day I'ma away And set the world on fire, watch the sky grey 2x I was born to mourn,I guess that's why I live the of misery Forever through My mama was a junkie, I was born into world a crack baby My bottle was monkey I developed a tumor,now I consume a half ounce of Rose I sniff bullets with my snub I grew up on the east side, 7 area I was raised like a pitbull I developed a criminal I murdered my first man and knew Jesus Christ my savior witness,witnessed me takin care of my business So I him on the front porch I their bibles and burned em I checked their pockets, turned em out Dumped their bodies in the with the trout It all started as a toddler,now I'm a .45 bullet And mama cry Somehow it seems,mama calling my in my dreams Crackfiends, amphetimenes, what it really mean Sometimes it feels I'm fallin,am I close to death Gaspin,suffocatin for air,losin my I see visions of doctors and scalpels makin From fatal to suicidal desitions knows my suffering I the pain from my migrane, I swallow 23 bufferins I was to caine since birth Crack baby goin crazy, so how is my life worth A baby boy that 36 ounces I flip,kilograms I slam the hip kinda crazy how I'm livin But I'm mad on a murder nigga I'm suicide driven I've arisen from a dead state-of-mind to find I was blind,too Mama cry If I could start all over I But I can't,if I could,then my heart might have good I guess I lost all my time I lost my mind It makes me sad to hear mama So dyin I never to think what I put you through love,I thought you hated me,mama see I never knew I guess I walked the path In the aftermath,many demons my name You know the half I was a long time ago ressurected,once the .45 shell connected With my dome,I saw my misery crack a So put my body in the pile And wait a while till you come to the 'cause you might see my tombstone burnin 'cause it's Pine box, my body rots the best of em I'm dead like the rest of em Mama cry