Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Fuck you know about struggle? The boy in the plastic bubble
 When I drink away the pain I guzzle
 My life is like a complicated mathematical puzzle, for real
 Seen death twice, it's ugly motherfucker man
 But you conversate with him when you suffering
 He said, "Let go of the pain, you'll never rock the mic again
 Your choice, slug to the brain or 20 Vicodin"
 I kinda likened it to Ortho Tri-cyclen
 Disturbing the natural cycles of life and it's trifling
 Fuck what you heard, less money more problems
 4 years removed from the game with no alblum
 I put the gun to my brain, but first I wrote a note to explain
 Put the Luger in my head, and these are the words that I said
 Sure as kingdoms rise the same kingdoms were sure to fall
 And wash away like memories, as if weren't there at all
 Like broken limbs of trees that's lost its leaves to Winter's wind
 Spring will come again.
 Live...
 Live...
 Live...
 Live
 When your cerebral ceases to administer silence
 And the only Faith you have left is a CD
 From a singer who had a son with Christopher Wallace
 Tomorrow is never
 Hope is abolished
 Mind and soul have little to no unity
 Life threw a brick through my window of opportunity
 My immune system lacked diplomatic immunity
 When asthma attacks the black community
 Where do you go from there?
 Long walk, short pier
 Thought I knew all it was just to know of the ledge
 Till I glanced down at all ten toes on the ledge
 Before I heard what sounded to me like a pledge
 Emerged from the darkness, and this is what it said
 Do not despair, breathe, fight
 For there is more life to live, believe
 More insight to share, retrieve
 Was the dead at the illustrious
 Exhale, hold, inhale, receive and live...
 Live...
 Live...
 Live...