Till I Collapse
zwieR.Z Lyrics

Guerilla till I die, mama don't cry
I will fight like a guerilla till I die, do not cry for me

When they come for me, when I blast
When they come for me, I will retaliate with full force

We gon see how many of em run from me
I will find out how many of them will try to flee when I attack

Guerilla till I die, but I never shed a tear
I will always fight like a guerilla till the end, but I won't cry

Cause they don't love a nigga here
Because I am not loved here

American me, could it be my own
I am an American, but do I truly belong here?

War is out to murder me
I feel like I am at war, and it may lead to my death

I'm ready to kill, and I'm ready to die
I am prepared to take lives and even sacrifice my own

But have these cowards heard of me
But I wonder if my enemies even know who I am

The rumors are real, better keep your glock cocked
The rumors about me are true, so keep your gun loaded

Leaving em stiffer than a statue
I will leave my enemies dead and motionless

Ready to defend, like a guerilla, by any means that I'd murder if I have to
I will defend myself like a guerilla, using any means, and even kill if necessary

Heard my homie's working as an undercover, ready to kiss my cheek, and earn your silver pieces
I found out my own friend is working against me and will betray me for money

Could it be that I've seen my last supper
Is it possible that I have already had my last meal before I die?

Mighty Jahova, please protect my spirit from the danger
Oh God, please protect my soul from harm

And I know you said you would strike down upon the with great vengeance and curious anger
I know you promised to bring a great wrath upon those who wronged me

But don't attempt to poison your brother
But I ask you not to harm those who are supposed to be your own

Was it nothing but the word of God that kept a nigga, from taking the lives of so many others
Was it only my faith in God that kept me from ending the lives of my enemies?

And I'm trying to keep ways right, brothers and mothers
I am trying to live a righteous life, for the sake of my family and community

I'm falling around a grave sight, pu-punk I hate you to death
I am walking around a cemetery, filled with anger towards a specific person who did me wrong

But yet I loved you so, wanted you to feel my pain since 91
But at the same time, I still had love for that person and wanted them to understand my struggles since 1991

So brother come with me, and die slow
So let's face each other, and let the confrontation take its time

As my life flashes before my eyes
As I near death, memories from my life play before me

Visions of wicked ways, keep me puzzled
Memories of wrongdoing and sin confuse me

Wondering why I was introduced to a life, filled with drama and trouble
Questioning why I had to live in a life full of hardship and conflict

And everyone's always got something to say, when I come around, when I clown
Everyone always has an opinion or comment when I am present or acting silly

Armed a deal, smile in my face, and stab me in my back, when I turn around
They pretend to be friendly and reasonable, but they will betray me when I am not watching

And I can feel hateful eyes, watching plotting to get me
I feel like I am being watched and followed by people who hate me and want to harm me

They underestimate me, hate me, but never approach, cause they can't fade me
They think I am weak and despise me, but they are afraid to approach me because they know I won't back down

And I'll be damned if I go softly, shouldn't of crossed me
I refuse to give in without a fight, and they should have known not to mess with me

Please tell me is there a place, where my guerillas could see refuge
Is there any place where my fellow fighters can find safety and security?

Cause it seems this time we gain one, as one more elute
It feels like every time we gain someone, we lose another

Whatever the rules, whatever you choose, whatever you give, I accept
I am willing to accept whatever circumstances and challenges come my way

Just let me twist up, let me smoke one for the world before my last breath
Just let me smoke marijuana before I die, for one last time

How can I go on, how can I take away my anguish
How can I continue living with all this pain and sorrow?

I put a frown on my face, cause now guerillas are strangers
I have to put on a serious face because I can no longer trust even my fellow fighters

And nobody knows my soul, so I show no fear
No one truly knows me, so I pretend to be fearless

Mobbing till I die, cause they don't love a nigga here
I will always fight to the end, because I know I am not truly loved here

Could it be I'm too good for hell
Is it possible that I am too righteous for punishment in the afterlife?

Heaven don't want me, because I keep slippin'
I feel like I am destined for Hell because I keep committing sins

Even though I got two clips, I still preach
Even though I carry two guns, I still spread the message of God

Motherfuckers around had to be Christians
The people who surround me had to claim to be Christian, even if they are not true believers

And I got a problem I suppose, but I know I'm gon solve it with a 4-4
I know I have issues, but I will handle them with my gun

Ten-six on fry, and I got 25's, hollin' I roll
I have to make sure I am armed with a .44 and a .25 caliber gun for protection

But they tell me to keep my head up and finish my tape
People are encouraging me to keep going and finish my music

Because its gon jam but I'm losing respect, my music can't hang
My music may be popular, but I am losing credibility and respect in the industry

Around Z-Ro, just till we praying, I really don't know
People pretend to be friendly with me, but I am not sure if they are genuine

All I can say, that I don't trust nobody on this earth
I cannot trust anyone on this earth

Been that away, ever since my birth
I have always been like this, since I was born

But its gotta stay that-a-away till I'm dying
I will continue to live this way until I die

Innocent niggas, risen up out of my business
People who have nothing to do with my life keep getting involved

Is something they better do, I'ma hit the I cut
They better mind their own business, or I will cut them out of my life

When a fucker rolling rocks, sold em up even
When someone is doing drugs, I will not have mercy on them

Till I got rest, gotta put it down to the bullets
I will not stop fighting until I die or kill my enemies

Dump a lot of bullets, till the job done
I will fire many bullets until my task is complete

Till a nigga really want to, kill myself
I am willing to kill myself once my mission is accomplished

Nigga shut the fuck up, my record is spinning
Shut up and listen to my music, which is successful

I'm really trying to feel myself
I am really trying to believe in myself

Gotta get em all, gotta get em dead
I have to kill all of my enemies

When I'm filling the bed, put a infrared to the head
When I am in bed with someone, I will still be ready to kill them if necessary

Everybody come up dead, better get on or get stole on
Everyone who opposes me will end up dead, and they better not try to resist

Nigga better get on, but I just can't hold on
They better submit to me, but I cannot wait any longer

Cause I'm ready to kill and I'm ready to die
I am prepared to kill and also sacrifice my own life

But next to steal, living on the motherfucking edge
But I am also willing to steal and live dangerously

Nigga don't run up, because its real
Don't approach me recklessly, because I am serious

Nigga can you feel me
Do you understand me?