Crying on the floor, I know my time is running out.
How could I have let this shit persist until right fucking now?
All these slaw-ass haters say I\'m bluffin\', that I\'m chumpin\'.
When I\'m nothin\' but a broken body, now who sayin\' something?
So I got my hand on the glock, wish that I could stop,
Wish I had a thot to take my mind up off the fuckin\' plot,
But I know it wouldn\'t help in this hell I made for myself;
Designer coffin be that fuckin\' shell I reside in.
I be hidin\' on the underside, near the other side
All those devils taunt me; fuck my homies, I just wanna die
I be hidin\' on the underside, near the other side
All those devils taunt me; fuck my homies, I just wanna die
I cannot explain
All the rotten pain
Trapped inside the brain
Of a little Mane
Anxious is my name, playa
Put the gun in my mouth, thinkin\' all about
The flavor of the chamber that\'s about to take my life,
All the real homies that I\'m \'bout to leave behind; this unholy strife
Is muddied by my thoughts about redemption in another life.
How could I define the hatred of a wicked mane?
Prolly gone insane, can\'t escape his brain, now he\'s off the chain.
Clock\'s tickin\', gotta pull the trigger \'fore these twisted figures
Can configure my imprisonment within the bigger picture.
Flip the safety off, thinkin\' \'bout the presents
That my momma got for Christmas while her visage clouds my vision.
To think that this my gift to her for tolerating me;
To think that after all this pain, your boy is finally free.
*BANG*
I cannot explain
All the rotten pain
Trapped inside the brain
Of a little Mane
Anxious is my name, playa