Untitled Biggie Riff

We'll jump off with some Smalls

"When I die, fuck it, I want to go to hell
Cause I'm a piece of shit, it ain't hard to fuckin' tell."

But yo it is hard to tell
The way your brain seems to swell
Hopeless I feel through a life eternal

Makes me wonder about God, if He made life sacred
Just to give me my own and have me wanna take it

I bust down just thinking about it, I don't wanna die
Still I remain curious, wanna give it a try

We leave and from those around us
A bet with unknown odds
We can choose the time but are we ever certain?
Maybe death is only and always by accident and no one truly wants it
In the end

An "Off-Switch"
to stress to love to time to commitment to identity to pain to guilt
to death?

It is hard to tell
Blame it on how my brain swells
When I let my mind dwell remind
Myself
I'm living in Hell
Hate the world box myself in never ever tell

But I don't
Simply won't but instead
Let death come to me
as an accident
I choose to live a life poetic
Don't need to control my own death