I Got More Lyrics

...I got more...please don't take mine.....

it's too easy to go out these days, I'll tell you.
someone take you out with a needle in a club...give you some HIV, whooh!
muthafuckin airplanes crashin, cars crashin, fools shootin' eachother, cops shooting people, fools dyin from smokin shit
there's like too many options....I dont' wanna take my pick.

I wish that you were lying
I heard the news and I've been crying
no one's eyein' really? I remember Billy like yesterday
I hate that phrase, plus the way you hear about it
like, "you remember so and so? Used to be down with so and so" they had to go - you won't ever see them at another show
I know his brother, yo
his mother she could barely take it
he said she shakes and stays awake at night
she still ain't touch his room
if only he would've made a right instead
it'd be one less dead that we knew
one more head on the brew, one less room on the curb
I'm disturbed, it just occured to me
the last time we spoke I didn't hear a word and see
I could've been around that day
I guess I saw the positive note, in a way
I'd quote what he'd say
then dream about him too
sometimes wake up thinkin it was all cool
and all fools know that feeling
whether accidental cap peeling, sealed in fate
sup? you got a date. what?
at the front gates, pearly
time waits for no man and it's never not early to expire
I feel the fire on my ass
'cause everytime I turn around, someone too close they gotta pass. Someone too close, they gotta pass away

[hook x2]
If death shall come knocking at my door today
I'll tell the motherfucker leave 'cause I got more to say
I know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his time
but please don't take mine, please don't take mine

Now how many people got out like they planned
to answer, probably none leave how they come
beautiful and peaceful, don't see that too often
can't soften the pain
you can barely get out a blood stain on a rug
but you're just a name quick, you make 4 friends dead
then when you're alive it fits
start getting tattoos & shit then biting
claiming you were best pals
looking for they name up in your writings
family wants heirlooms and everyone starts thinkin' about their doom
and stop living dangerous for a month
after that it's back to blunts and OC belts
flowers on your grave dying
and only your mother's weak, still crying
'Til that day I think about it, dreaded
trying to do as much as I can so I don't regret it
hoping that my family and my friends outlast me
and I live to be 9-3, and find the key to why I be alive
and find the key to why I be, but...


[hook x2]
If death shall come knocking at my door today
I'll tell the motherfucker leave 'cause I got more to say
I know that flesh may be weak and every man's got his time
but please don't take mine, please don't take mine

I'm trying to use mine...please don't take mine.....