[Verse]
December 24th 1999 was born
A young man with ambition
But his thoughts stuck on the floor
Splatter from the tip
Bullets from the gun they rip
Through this grey matter
Finally found a way to end this shit
If he don’t take his life today
Will he find another way
To heal his wounds
Before these fucking demons leave his brain decayed?
Or will he lay and think about the short life he made?
Tossing and turning
Counting all the debts he can’t repay
December 24th 1999 was born
A young man with a gift
Although he felt so scorned
By all his friends
All his friends act like they don’t know him
So shaken up by the lack of love they seem to show him
And when he blow up
That’s the moment they show up
With jealously and lies asking what have you done for us?
These tendencies make motherfucker lose his trust, but who am I to love if my mind won’t give it up?
[Outro]
Somebody said you
Bumped your head
And bled the floor