Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.
Dear World, I think I need help, I wanna die,
I’m staring out my office window, up at the sky,
I worked non-stop, to get where I‘ve got,
My whole life’s been go, now I want it to stop,
I’m sick of rushing, I’m sick of deadlines, sick of bosses,
I’m sick of stocks, I hate the profits and losses ,
I’ve cheated on my wife, on work vacations,
taught assistants dictation, Dick taking and tasting,
I hate me, I wonder if this ever gets better,
And I wonder if there really is a God or a Heaven,
Or a Satan or a hell, I really shouldn’t dwell,
But the stock on my soul rose, I had to sell,
I’m sorry to my wife Christine, I know we’ll meet again,
And I can’t think of a moment that will be sweet as then,
To be real, I’ve been dead a long time,
So it right that I take this concrete swan dive.
Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.
Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.
Dear nobody cares, I’ve been sick for three months,
I’m dying, but everyone around me fronts,
They act like there’s hope, but I wanna let go,
I’m in so much pain, I got cancer in my brain,
No-one seems to understand it, I’m the one suffering,
It’s my screams and my dignity, that they’re sloughing,
I’m a shell of myself, I’m less nothing,
I’m living with my face and my chest all sucked in,
It sucks man I keep hoping to croak,
Take a dirt nap, heart attack, c’mon stroke,
But I’ve done it their way, for long enough,
Some people just know when their time is up,
So say goodnight, I’ll say goodbye, still got my pocketknife,
my watch to my grandson, the rest to my son and wife,
I’m so sorry, but if you find this,
I’ve gone to a better place, to find bliss.
Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.
Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.
Dear Mom, I’m sorry I did this, but I had to,
I know I’m a bad son, I broke up dad and you,
And you’re so sad, cause you think I’m mad at you,
But really, it’s all my fault this all happened,
You used to be happy, but then you started fighting,
First you stopped loving, then you stopped liking,
It might be, that my death, will fix the break,
And I’m willing to die, for my family’s sake,
So I grabbed the gun that you keep in the closet,
And loaded it how dad showed me, when we got robbed,
And I know you’re at work, so I didn’t wanna bother you,
Plus I knew that you’d just try to be an obstacle,
I’ve made my decision, my life for yours,
You deserve to be happy, my life’s no more,
So remember me, love me, never forget me,
I just wanna take my leave before you ever regret me.
Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.
Say goodnight, because the last acts been played,
They couldn’t take it anymore, so they’re packed in graves,
suicide notes scream everything they mumble,
from the grave, making letters become numbers.
credits
from Shaving the Sheep,
released July 1, 2008
Lyrics: Ngajuana
Instrumental: Rugged One
A product of London, Ontario, Ngajuana stays active in the Canadian Hip-Hop scene. Ngajuana is a proud founding member of
the Canadian collective Dreamsters Union. Boasting nearly 600 songs, 6 albums (and counting), 200 shows and multiple awards won, consistency is no surprise; it's to be expected....more
It's a return to the days of real hip-hop with a real message. Moore and Exit Only bare their souls on every record they make and their passion for the art shines brilliantly! Ngajuana
