Morire Da Solo (die Alone)

man ima die alone, lonely with a hole in my soul

sorta like poker when you fold, wearin hot furs in the cold

man ima die alone, you feel the greed all in my bones

excuse my religion for the cash, how long will it last?

I see the future in my weed bag, man ima die alone

the bitches even said on the phone, im in the zone in my own home

i spit it like a cobra, im right over yah shoulda

my zodiac signs in yah mind till it's ova

man ima die alone, man i can feel the hands of the gods

they come when i open tha koran, cause even when i'm gone

man get an ipod, man it'll let you know that im a kappa not a don

man god khan, i spent years like my last days here

i work it from the back, to the front, to the rear

yes dear a real rap cats in the buildin before i leave

tell me how yah feelin, man ima die alone

You can't creamate me down to the ashes

don't wanna see my momma cryin' over a casket

now fast i like man my life's like a party

envisions of me diein like im were cindy and marchy(?)

i was real deal razor, playin through all the drama

from coke deals high heels all of the karma, comin back

every breath fufilling a slow death

although you know i can't expect anythin less

i was the front line just to fight your battle

like the chay at the bay, it's just me and my shadow

i handle it till im gone, and old with arthritis

the grinds and the hustles drugs and all nightas

i went through all the static, hoes and automatic

back to back cravin the bad habit, drugs

you know ima tell it all on the microphone

and i feel it in my heart ima die alone

Die alone

it might be a reala cou de thai

imagine if you heard every rhyme

man picture every line

man touch every fine ass dime

man magic on the tire make em shime

man ima die alone, its just like the bullets and the chrome

your there but your really not at home

you hear the death tone through the phone

laugh and yah gone, everything right i get wrong

man im the vegas type, man what the paper like

man holla back homie when you get yah paper right

man ima die alone, roll in a benz all alone

wrapp me like a mummie, egypt pharoah

man sock it to my pocket like a rocket

forever deeze words i keep my photo in your locket

man sweet as cotton candy, or even jolly ranchers

the fo fo matters cause its about pink gathers

man im alone, i can't put my wings on my own

i look like an eagle when they get fully grown

on the ropes, the gods say roll up the dope

and like stacey lathersahl hit ever note

till im broke, man even tho it's butta

they say yo soul retreats to the gutta

with all the othas, no happiness shown

they show you from the gate baby you can die alone

You can die alone