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luigi roca - close my casket كلمات الأغنية

intro:
living in deep hatred

verse:
look at me, self loathe, cut throat, time to eat crow, who though, what do i know, i just hate this broken home, i just hate this f-cking home/
i guess that’s where i come in, keep judging, i ain’t budging, you gun-clutching, you say you thuggish/
well i’m 2 stones rubbing, i got a spark and i’m gonna prevail/
bad guy, leave your body slumping, a great white shark, and i won’t derail/
tried to avail, just to come out the bad end, pour my heart out in the pen, i guess i’ll meet my end, but till then/
nothing is finna stop me, meet my final form, i’m gonna take hold
demons in my wall, i’m gonna k!ll em all, anger and pain, anger and shame/
i was just so sad, took granted the things that i had, then anger just came/
thing just became bad, and i now i blame it all on my dad/
man what!/
see i got the rep of a villain, the best thing i’ve written/
many times thinking of quitting, then i took a minute, who am i kidding/
sins i’ve committed but what i’m spittin’ is real, i feel like i can keep hitting till there’s nothing to feel/
nothing to fulfill, i got wounds that won’t heal/
i’ve shed too many tears, i’ve drunk too many beers/
sorry momma, but i gotta be clear, i’m stuck in my sphere, is only me and myself, we’re gonna go far/
try to pick this sh-t apart/
bar for bar, this came straight from the heart, i mean where do i start, too many snarly remarks/
the journey that momma embarked, too much sh-t that i disregard/
there’s fault from both parts, there’s a lot of sh-t i don’t know how to deal with/
there’s a lot of sh-t that i just go day by day, there’s a lot of sh-t that i say/
there’s a lot of sh-t that makes me wanna stay/
but i gotta leave, or i’ll be under siege, i cannot cease, god i’m on my knees like pac with his weed and hennessy/
i’m just trying to breathe, waiting for the trigger that i gotta squeeze, this sh-t’s life or death but i’ll never leave to regret/
test me if you please, i’m angry and never at ease/
i’m at point of no more conversations, no hesitation, boom! it’s a confrontation, i’m full of innovation/
you the g.o.a.t. now that’s an exaggeration but i’m done, i’m taking this final bullet, pull it/
k!ll it! bang! no f-ck that! i’m a snapback like a yankee/
depressed and empty, i dare you to tempt me/
gun addict, with semi-automatics and 9 millimeters, to fend off misdemeanors when i done had it/
my thoughts are sporadic, but you thought i was innocent till i went all gipsy blanchard on you f-cking f-ggots/
you dare push me, you’ll get slapped i’m the equivalent of what would happen if suge rapped, i bully everybody around me till the day i get capped /
whoever listens hope they i know i’m talking to ‘em, haters i just flip it to ‘em/
this a language that imm the most fluent, the words to this beat that i’m superglueing/
a teenager with a lot of anger and
just a bit of eminem influence, put a little pac and oh yea that’s music/
oh no trust me i ain’t human, there ain’t no way i would’ve gotten through it/
death is here , i can feel it looming, dark clouds i hear oh yea that’s gloomy/
little boy with fear oh no he’s blooming, thought he was calm and then boom! “oh did he just do it?!”/
the only one that can do it!/
no one can do it like i can do it, don’t even copy, you’ll look stupid/
the illest and the truest, d-mn right the illest and the truest/
i said the illest and the truest, yea the illest and the truest/
how you gonna school someone when they shooting/
i’m a hair trigger shooting with a derringer/
nothing major, i’m in danger from the evil teenager inside/
trying to pry away my life/
f-ck it, i’ll get past it, i’m cleaning out my casket/
close it and wrap it, buried with a straight jacket/
these are not only my problems, i speak for the m-sses/
no one understands what’s p-ssion, i’m asking god for one more chance till i meet my -ss-ssin, 2 months i’m dropping a cl-ssic then
boom!boom!boom!
shoots flurried to my chest, to h-ll i hurry/
i just needed to vent, it’s my anger management, no idea what i got to manage then/
but then again…

outro:
10-18-82 it’s coming. i’ve been waiting to shut all of you up

- luigi roca

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