[Tech N9ne]
I didnt wanna fucking do this song for real
But I wouldn't be real if I didnt
[Tech]
I be sittin by myself and thinkin mamma what have I become
All I wanted was a family but when I look I be the only one
Losing everything but money everybody left and I don't even get to see my young
Only happiness I get is in the studio and when I get to do another run
On the road, doin shows, get the woes, when it slows
gettin cold, getting old, but the flows, gettin sold
I've been doin this a minute but I think I wanna end it cause I'm on a higher level when I go
But the music I be doin it, be losin, make it really tough for me to grow
All I wanted is a family portrait, see my babies on a ranch with horses
But I was fucking devil bitches in corsets. I was livin really good then I torched it
I'm sorry Miss Jackson, I'm speakin for real and I never meant to make your daughter cry
But I guess I'm a failure with women I'm lost and I feel like I ought to die
Feel like I'm rotting away, my life is just off in the grey
How much does it cost I will pay, to lay, and be off in a coffin today
I mean off in ashes, this life ain't after a classes, If I get blasted
This is Suicide Letters all over again, I thought that I passed it
But I guess that I didn't, cause this one is written and there is no mending
When I'm broke I'm a joke, when I croak I just hope I wont be descending
But this ain't a joke, I want you to know that Tech ninna is never pretending
Alone in my bed, a gun to my head, asking WHERE IS MY HAPPY ENDING? Ya
[Chorus] [Krizz Kaliko]
Tell me how it ends?
(What about me?) Where is my happy ending?
(What about me?) Is this a life worth living?
(You know how it begins), but how does it end for me?
(Will I ever win), or does He have it in for me?
Will this pop before I stop breathing?
Is their light in this dark I'm seein?
[Tech]
Yea, I put my life in this music, nina is inside out
I set my heart out for people, they know what the inside bout
Will they keep feelin ninna forever, this I doubt
Can never cry for help so if you listenin this my SHOUT
I'm searching for the passage way to happiness
But i'm wordly So I have to lay in nastiness
Yes, this is Strange year, worldwide fames near, but the games queer
Sometime I feel like I'm Rudolph, the reindeer
But instead of a red nose, I stay in my red clothes
And the music they said blows, is on top and the cred grows
Can you resurrect a mother fucker that feel like he pose as a dead soul
Deteriorate to an inferior state almost equal to bread mold
Now as my head goes, wish I could shed those
Because all the time the ninna was shorted, what I bled froze
So now that I'm cold blooded, and hella sick is what the med shows
The tread slows, and don't even think you reviving a dead rose. Yea
[Chorus]
[Tech]
I'm on the verge of insanity, but I'm competent
I'm breakin so I pick this one to vent
The reason I look away when you talk to me my brain is producin evilness
I'm drownin in 151 and Rumplemintz. That's how I feel
I sit in the mirror with this gun and practice how to kill
But I know damn well that the people like me really wanna know how to chill
This life is about a check, about a number about a bill
Think about all the love I lost cause my quest is about a mill
I feel like your stupid, don't talk to me I'm crackin up
And I dont mean laughter I'm full of bitterness and its backing up
And I live with angels, but lately demons been shackin up
Tug of war with my spirit, you see the blood I'm hacking up?
I love my kids and my fans inside I sob harder
Cause you pay the price for my life and its right like Bob Barker
And I wont pretend its ok I'm no facade starter
So I guess my only happy ending is in a massage parlor
Chea
[Chorus]
