Death is her near Future
The Angels from the hell are
escorting her
The hashtag #life might be holding on herself from her neck hanging from a rope
Too young to understand the impact of words
I don't give a fuck what she wants as long as I have what I need
It's been 13 years, my first relationship
Since my heart had closed the doors
As bizarre as that sounds
After sex, I wanted that she disappears
She wanted that we love us but I didn't
I am last one who would do the first step
Many years passed and the task became more harder
I didn't find her attractive and I wanted that she knows that
In malice, I felt so good
I had no idea about her life
Dried tears on her poetry
That she had wrote for me on the search for clitoral pleasure
Fake-asshole, I was like "go
L'OM (olympique Marseille)"
Sung by a Paris supporter
I couldn't believe the day of her suicide,
In the last night she wanted, that I'm hug her
But I'm not gifted, once we remove us from the sheets.
I'm more into "suck me and concentrate"
The last message that she spoke to me on the answering machine "Hi Damso, I'm going beat my time to death"
I didn't answer, I wanted to make no mistakes
It pains my eggs, what I was afraid
It was the last time when I heard how she cried
She was dead, and yet I said: "See you later"
Since I smoke to forget her
I smoke to forget that I had killed her (4 x)
Today i'm 23 years old now, it's been 10 years
I pray that the amnesia is attacking me
I take full responsibility for my actions
Maybe her future will forgives me
On the day of the funeral, I didn't give a damm, i don't felt like that i was responsible for that
At the same time I wasn't there to see her remains
I was rapping while the teacher gave lessons
Bad dressed young offenders
Handcuffs full-time, injured hands
"Nigga from a field, go shitting in a toilette " has
said the cashier before payment
Damm pissed, I've defaced his chin
I did what he (not the cashier :D) want me doing, for cash
First robbery without haste
This son of a bitch, without a species
I removed myself from soft drugs
Whisky in the juice
I forget this life, I've left
Her flat ass which I mocked
Matt ampoule
In spring my teint got dirty
I remember this life, of which I myself removed
Her 86B I've sampled
I care too much how others see things
I'm not one of them
As farmers far away from the beautiful building
Horrible remorse, dark punishment
It was the last time that I felt her pulse
She was dead, and yet I said to her, "I love you
Since I smoke to forget her
I smoke to forget that I had killed her (4 x)