I've tried writing this letter now
Several times before
When the party's over and
The liquor is no more
I'll tell you now that living has become somewhat a chore
And following their rules is such a God forsaken bore
Now I say God because I'm programmed
But I believe in none
I see no interventions and I see no Holy Sons
And if I'm wrong than strike me down
And break these breathing lungs
Just take these words reverse them back upon my evil tongue
I've seen children arm each other like it's second nature
Some just wanna watch the world burn
And bang upon the drums
And that is why the music and the rhythm will live on
Cause chaos has a melody and death is like a song
I sing sing out to the rafter's I sing
Close this little chapter and I think
This life is a disaster and it stings
I'm trying to find a way to just sing
Sing out to the rafter's I sing
Close this little chapter and I think
This life is a disaster and it stings
You see I'm trying to find a way out
What a world what a world
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
What a world what a world
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
I went to visit wounded soldiers out on Camp Pendelton
And the cause of the missing limbs
It mean there's no love like Wimbledon
When they sat before me young as hell
And gave me accolades like gentlemen
I'm thinking that the enemy took away
Their ability to walk to touch no way of rekindling
What is now gone unless
They got money like Forrest and Lt Dan
The war if you win a damn
They have no remorse at any minute bam
That's f**ked off while we're chilling on tour
On the bus getting sucked off
Know our family is grieving
'Cause war is recieving their peeps and they crying their butts off
That's why I get so much
When a flow bust
Why we got it so good 'cause it's so rough
For the young soldiers who
Do exactly what they're told to do
Damn do what exactly what they're told to do
Defend they're country and uphold the crew
But give my one and only soul for you
That's a hell of a job description
I don't know if my God's with this one
But I guess its the laws of sick men
Send out youngin's and they fall the victim
Of an evil clans plan
That's why I be saying dwamn
'Cause on 9/11 I realized the fate is another man's hands
What a world what a world
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
What a world what a world
I'm hangin up the noose now
Waiting for the end
When I see how my loved ones have left
I wonder how long I would fight
I wonder if I would give in and let the reaper lead me into night
See I got too much pride left
My grandmother died too early
Reaching for moments more instead the cancer in her lungs took her from me
We drifted naturally like two ships in the roughest of seas
That's why this moments precious yet I'm too distant to feel it complete
See these days I feel so disconnected
It gets harder to drop to my knees
I guess that's a side effect of living in generation XYZ
Obsessed with pain and grief man I wish we were kids again
Things were simpler than 90s incidents
Got me losing friends to the hands of violent men fast
Faster than speeding bullets whizzing down alley ways
Abruptly I'm waking up from this haze
But only to realize the world hasn't changed
Suddenly I'm not even fazed
Y'all think it's the way we been raised
F**k it I'm sinking right back in this haze
'Cause these could turn out to be my last todays
With a hope and a prayer put a rope in the air
But I'm just too scared
Choking from the pressure when I rock this chair
Swing back and forth and tempt death with a blank stare
What a world what a world
I'm hanging up the noose now
Waiting for the end
What a world what a world
I'm hangin up the noose now
Waiting for the end
