He’ll be dead.

[Verse]
Let's talk the truth that I'm gonna die real soon
I'm not gonna talk to you face to face
And I wanna see the truth about living lives
I'm smoking weed right now, I'm high
And I'm desperate, my feelings you just fuckin' messed with
So I keep on testin' drugs, LSD, weed, Heineken and cigarettes
Everyday just to beat the stress
Just another milli-death, just another kid who died from weed and meth
One who always fails his tests but then writes a death note
The fuck this kid know?
Hopefully soon he'll be hangin' from a tightrope, tightrope
Hangin' from a tightrope
Why he always wearing shoes from the Payless?
Why he workin' for minimum wage
And why he look like the fat kid from fuckin' Recess?
No price for his head, no worry he'll be dead
He'll be layin' in the stretcher or a coffin, not his bed
He'll be dead, he'll be dead
He'll be dead