My Suicide Letter, Pt 3

[Trapp Tarrell]
Fuck it now I done did this shit
And that shit was easy too

Now here we go with this faking shit
Niggas acting like they never knew

Niggas acting like I never came to them
And told them I was struggling in the head

Like I ain't tell ′em I don't wanna see a doctor
I just wanna feel love instead

They couldn′t find to pray for me
Now they find the time to make for me
It's We The Family till the death of them
But it was really to the death of me

Now it's We The Family T-shirts
Now evеrybody feel this deep hurt
Now everybody giving me attеntion
When all I wanted was to be heard

All I wanted was some fucking help
Now everybody cryin′ ′bout my death
Everybody shedding tears for me
Most 'em tears dropping for themselves

Now everybody just talk to me
Let them tell it we just chopped it up
Everybody got a Trapp story about times when we chilled just us
Everybody wanna help my kids now
Close friends just up and just in now

Hoping they could catch her sleeping just to fuck
If she let them fuck it I′m not here now
I'm not here now

Look what I did
What kind of fucking coward ups amd leaves his kids
All ′cos I couldn't handle how I fucking lived

I made this
′Cos suicide's nothing to play with
If someone come to you and need your help
Take a moment just to pray with 'em
Take a moment just to stay with ′em

That conversation that could save lives
If you have thoughts about suicide
Call the number that the screen provides