24 hrs 2 live
All you got is 24 hrs 2 live
How do you survive this death sentence bid
I don't know but I heard it went down like thizz
I didn't have any Alka-Seltzer,but I fealt the plop-plop,fizz,fizz
The relief didn't quite hit me
As muscles started to contract and squeeze me
Blood is boiling and it's getting hot in here
I better get out of this place and get some air
But the more I move the more I hit the wall
I can see str8 but everything seems to be getting small
Temperature's rising as I start to slide
Thing getting dark as I look at theses pink and purple skies
Everything is shaking and shutting down
My feet are in the air and I can't feel the ground
Is this how it is right before your dead?
Cuz I coulda sworn somebody was grabbing my head
15 seconds later I was blinded by the light
I can remember them saying"She put up a good fight"
A tear rolled down my face as my dad kissed my eyes
Cuz all I had was 24 hrs 2 live while my mom had 24 hrs 2 die
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