Gloomy days got my head twisted  Mystic visions of a razor blade  Cut my blunt with precision  Stuff it till it's bustin'  Sippin' on some Tussin  Imagine it, gothic hustlin'  Men tusslin', women fussin'  And they babies in the corner cryin'  Young niggaz bang, and they ain't afriad of dyin'  Pistol keepers, mobile phones and beepers  Cars and hoes, and plenty dust for the geekers  Me, I'm a break beater, microphone eater  Weed leader, siizlin' like a fajita  But it's so hard for me to stay out the streets  Behind tint blowin' cheap  Fuckin' with freaks  What kinda role model, I'ma be?  Don't get it twisted  Gifted, linquistic. graphic and realistic  God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,  Sense enough to know when to quit    Chorus:  I don't wanna die  I don't wanna die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today)  I don't wanna die  I don't wanna die    Thinkin' about what my eyes witnessed  Thinkin' about what my kids gon' see  when they get grown and independent  What you doin' baby?  18, strippin' daily  A small ass apartment, tryin' to flip a Mercedes  I don't knock shit, unless you a fiend  Tryin' to hock shit  Protectin' myself  I gotta grab the gock and pop shit  I guess that's the problem with the world today (what?)  Black, white, asian  So many people think this way  Fuck with me and I'll shoot ya  We live in, what used to be the space age, future  To acid droppin' hippies  Now they run the country  Drug smugglin' with my tax money  Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators  White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters  All of this, plus I gotta watch the nigga next door  What you think I pray for, man    Chorus    Life ain't nothin' but preperation  For the angels and the demons that we all gon' face when,  The soul and the body seperate, that's death  Nothin' left but darkness, after your last breath  Well, all of that shit is in the past  Enjoy it while you got it, cause you can't take it with your ass  Where I'm from, any day can be your last  That's why them thug niggaz live life hard and fast  Slowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown  Unaware, a showdown's about to go down  Why we gotta clown instead of bein' kinfolks  Why do white folks, think all we know is sellin' dope?  Some can't cope, and got out hangin' from a rope  Slit wrists, found shakin' from an overdose  Tupac and Biggie got they life snatched away  Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne    Chorus    That's all baby,  You never know when you gotta go  Deaths around the corner  Your nobody, till somebody kils you  But I don't wanna die  I don't wanna die  Hey, I don't wanna die  Can you hear me?  I don't wanna die  I don't wanna die  I don't wanna die  DIe, die, die, die, die (repeated till end)