This is a song about "Slowly dying inside"

Now you're lying, slowly dying, with no hope,

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

Slowly stumbling, steadily crumbling, everyday tumbling

But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow something

His edgy fantasy slowly takin'

Damn, now that's what the fuck you call dedication

Razor blades in hand hoping her life will change slowly,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I hear the goodness inside me slowly startin to weep.

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

And dying every second im living

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing

Gangstas dying from day to day

Think i need another play

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing

Obama trying, i'm not lyin', too many people dying