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My Suicide Letter, Pt. 3
Trapp Tarell
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Fuck it, now, I done did this shit
And that shit was easy, too
Now, here we go with this faker's shit
Niggas actin' like they neva' knew
Niggas actin' like I neva' came to them and said
I was strugglin' in the head
Like, I ain't tell 'em, I on't wanna see a doctor
I just wanna feel loved, instead
They couldn't find the time to pray for me
Now, they findin' time to make for me
It's, "We the family" 'til the death in 'em
But, it was really 'til the death of me
Now it's, "We the family", t-shirts
Now, er'body's feelin's deep hurt
Now, er'body givin' me attention
When all I wanted was to be heard
All I wanted was some fucking help
Now, er'body crying 'bout my death
Er'body shedding tears for me?
Most them tears droppin' fo' themselves
Now, er'body just talked to me
Let them tell it, we just chopped it up
Er'body got a Trapp story
'Bout times when we chilled, just us
Er'body wanna help my kids, now
Close friends, up an' just in, now
Hopin' they can catch her slippin', just to fuck
If she let 'em, fuck it, I'm not here, now
I'm not here, now
Look what I did
What kinda fuckin' coward ups, and leaves his kids?
All 'cause I couldn't handle how I fuckin' live
Shit
I made this 'cause suicide's nu'n to play with
If someone come to you in need of help
Take a moment just to pray wit' 'em
Take a moment just to stay wit' 'em
That conversation that could save lives
If you have thoughts about suicide
Call the number that the screen provides... 1-800-273-8255
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