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Offline frogboy

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Re: Scared.. not knowing of what to do..
« Reply #80 on: August 08, 2006, 02:37:56 am »
Because we all know that are so happy with your life.
Yeah, but he worries about the future.

Why aren't you on #soldat.forums, by the way?

Offline jettlarue

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Re: Scared.. not knowing of what to do..
« Reply #81 on: August 08, 2006, 02:40:54 am »
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When I die, fuck it I wanna go to hell

Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell

It don't make sense, goin' to heaven wit the goodie-goodies

Dressed in white, I like black Tims and black hoodies

God will probably have me on some real strict shit

No sleepin' all day, no gettin my dick licked

Hangin' with the goodie-goodies loungin' in paradise

Fuck that shit, I wanna tote guns and shoot dice

All my life I been considered as the worst

Lyin' to my mother, even stealin' out her purse

Crime after crime, from drugs to extortion

I know my mother wished she got a fuckin' abortion

She don't even love me like she did when I was younger

Suckin' on her chest just to stop my fuckin' hunger

I wonder if I died, would tears come to her eyes?

Forgive me for my disrespect, forgive me for my lies

My babies' mothers 8 months, her little sister's 2

Who's to blame for both of them (naw nigga, not you)

I swear to God I just want to slit my wrists and end this
bullshit

Throw the Magnum to my head, threaten to pull shit

And squeeze, until the bed's, completely red

I'm glad I'm dead, a worthless fuckin' buddah head

The stress is buildin' up, I can't,

I can't believe suicide's on my fuckin' mind

I want to leave, I swear to God I feel like death is fuckin'
callin' me

Naw you wouldn't understand (nigga, talk to me please)

You see its kinda like the crack did to Pookie, in New Jack

Except when I cross over, there ain't no comin' back

Should I die on the train track, like Remo in Beatstreet

People at the funeral frontin' like they miss me

My baby momma kissed me but she glad I'm gone

She knew me and her sista had somethin' goin' on

I reach my peak, I can't speak,

call my nigga Chic, tell him that my will is weak.

I'm sick of niggas lyin', I'm sick of bitches hawkin',

matter of fact, I'm sick of talkin'.
there you go. pretty much sums up the way i feel in a song :D. anyways fuck the religions there all shit to brainwash large amounts of people so the people on top can control them to get money.  and yes...science disproves all of religion, and there convenient "well god does things in odd ways" such as throwing out shitloads of evidence that there is no god(evolution, bible is shit, revelation has dragons and shit). wow if a god is like that i would rather go to fucking hell. they say you need faith to believe in him with all the disproving evidence. well i dont go by faith, i go by what has a higher chance of being true. the burning bush moses saw was marijuana and everyone back then was all alcoholics from what the bible implies, so obviously i might as well be god by taking advantage of people not thinking clearly. humans brains are made so that we try to do the smallest amount of work, thats why we are so successful. thats probably also the reason why we look for an easy way for us to feel good about ourselfs. when one thinks with no emotion, its obvious which is true.

Offline Milkman Dan

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Re: Scared.. not knowing of what to do..
« Reply #82 on: August 08, 2006, 02:49:55 am »
I can say, honestly, that I am happy with my life.