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[Intro] Kill yourself you really don't matter Kill yourself bitch make the glass shatter Kill yourself that's mind over matter Kill yourself 'fore I pull up and pull up and- Kill yourself you really don't matter Kill yourself bitch make the glass shatter Kill yourself that's mind over matter Kill yourself 'fore I pull up and splatter [Verse] Seventh grade I was right up at the chimney I had it in me, I could have been free I hit that jump and I flew with the birds Somebody evil must have heard my words Caught me and put me right down on the floor I had to get up and try it some more But every time I looked down at the 'crete I felt the pastor begin to repeat I cannot die, I cannot fly Stuck in the middle so what am I? I wanna fly with the butterflies It's hard to look at me cut your eyes I am that guy, I cannot die At my own hand, I am a man Or so they tell me, they wanna fail me, nah I'm in a panic, I'm in a rush, I'm feelin' manic Manic depressive, just like my mother She doing good, but not with my brother I'm on the line, he on the tab His friend was tripping, trying to stab a knife in my mom 12 had to come What was you thinking? Is you a bum? He trying to blame me, why would you say this is cool? Faggot you bought it from someone at school Mamma said I gotta feel for my karma She said you gotta control your anger 'fore it harm ya I don't know what I'ma do I gotta play it cool, since I dropped outta school My mamma stressing a lot and she be stressing the plot Like what you gon' do when I'm gone? Rattled my skin and my bones When I'm alone, I don't know that I don't know anything, I just know rap Guess I know many things, I'm with the rats Down in the sewers I had some friends, but now I have fewer Take what they sold us, wasting our time Chasing our dreams, not enough rhymes Can get on the radio, which of us fail? Who gon' fall off, and which of us bail? All of you rappers, none of you artists But now I smoke rappers so guess I'm a part of it I guess I'm retarded, I guess I'm stupid I guess the only one loving is cupid I am a wraith, I am at level I am the snake, I am the devil I am the dark, I am the bully I am not anything truly or fully Why am I here? I hear, I'm so high dear I fear I might die here, lie here, I might lose my life here I was on tab at two watching cartoons at the dorms My ego shatter my will power worn That's when I knew I was killed and reborn That's when I knew I had taken my form I'm Lil Darkie, I cannot be killed If you get me then my blood you will spill But I will live on in the bodies of others I will come back in the form of my brothers I am detained by everything else If I was solo I'd shine like an angel Falling from glory to live in the manger I am the mad god I am the danger Killing me nigga my body has shed Looking at me turn they vision to red Why do you hate me? Why do you hate me? You do not understand what's in my head I cannot understand what is in yours I am infinity under my pores I have affinity for making enemies After I've ended these, I'm making more All of these people have broken my trust They are the rain on my heart and it rusts I let this bitch grab a hold of my soul And she stole it and sold it away for a price I get my bust out with the nine Put it through that nigga mind, leave it behind I hope you kill yourself, kill yourself! I hope that nobody find you Yes I do, yes I do mind you Get out my face, nigga you stink I caught a case, more time to think Wounded myself, I'm on the brink You wanna take away my love She wanna be taken, I'm mistaken Darkie breaking kill best friends No resting, no west end No east side small tribe No lease sign release my fear I see clear, I want more, I'm so near I'm that man, ain't no boy, I don't shake, I stand straight I was played like a toy, now I'm baked, feelin' great Off the shrooms, in my room We some goons, bumping tunes Took that eighth I had mentioned Electrical tension Build up, filled up my head space Lay down on my bed case Scared of what I had faced Wanted to die [Outro] Ay, uh, Lil Darkie, how are you doin'? Well I'm Mr. Mushroom, it's nice to meet you Your, uh, teacher sent you here because you wrote "I feel like Tyler" on the bathroom wall Uh, why don't you tell me about that? Well see, if you're not gonna talk this is gonna be a really long se—