[Chorus] Tear drops in the pillow on my bed Still trying to keep my head up Know you'd rather see me dead And the raindrops keep on falling I said they keep on falling And they keep on falling I said they keep on falling (Slaughterhouse yo) I'm the product of when a nigga's mama gives up Crying lying in the trash with the lid shut Ain't got no family my mind is tender my Daddy's invisible my Mom's is Brenda uh If I survive I'm grow into what Society considers trash the rope is to us That means I'm hanging myself by living The noose is getting murdered that or going to prison My minds controlled before I learned mind control What you call living life I call dying slow I'm genetically predisposed The reaper the only thing that can ease my soul freezing cold Feeling like I was given life and if I take it at least I choose I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops Til then all I'm hearing is wind and rain drops [Chorus] (Cause this is my pain) Dear auntie I still feel your timeless sorrow Before you died it's like your body was mine to borrow Like I jumped in your physical shell While you was going through miserable hell saying goodbye to tomorrow Everyday it make me sad, angry, mad how you were sent to heaven sacred path Duct taped and gagged plus raped and stabbed body draped in blood what a faith to have Such a pitiful end I'm popping Ritalin like they skittles cause When I sleep I can feel it again and again and again it's difficult Killing is the wickedest biblical sin I'm talking about momma's identical twin I see your face when I look at her Her reminder of how I've been in the cold Since 14 years old Swear to God I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops. (Rest in peace Chacha) [Chorus] Nah I ain't move bricks on the peter pan No father around to teach me how to be a man We was too high didn't know when we would land Scraping coke on the weed til' niggas didn't see a plant Alcoholic's child raise off of sugar water Headed to you and just thought about how good he was brought up Coulda woulda outta one track mind They say man of many hats buys a hooker for a quarter And now I'm writing a book and the hoods the author Called the "Obvious Poker Face The Look of Torture" Teach you how to climb your way out that ditch then Me all I need is this pen and thick skin Being so bright could mean you lit then Cause you start trying to figure out a figment I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops Til then all I hear is wind and rain drops [Chorus] (Check it out) I'm still waiting on my did to get back He went to the store in 84 and I ain't seen him after that Another single mom public assisted the rent wasn't consistent So they had us back and forth to court in the months of the blizzard (Freezing) My sneakers leaned the rubber was missing No one on ones they always jumped me no brothers and sisters to hold me down Along with headphones plugged into a cheap Walkman that ate tapes Gun shots and me sleep walking I hate weights A whole lot of crying police chalking that fate tape Ambulance never on time they like a day late My cousin ain't had to vacate my best friend since age eight Sometimes I can't hold them I kid you not Eyes get swollen holding on that tissue box Somebody get a mop I'll probably be in heaven when the pain stops Til then all I'm hearing is wind and raindrops [Chorus] And the raindrops keep on falling Yeah yeah yeah