Discover the poetic beauty in ‘I Don’t Wanna Die’ by 8Ball. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 8Ball or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Gloomy days got my head twisted
Mystic visions of a razor blade
Cut my blunt with precision
Stuff it till it’s bustin’
Sippin’ on some Tussin
Imagine it, gothic hustlin’
Men tusslin’, women fussin’
And they babies in the corner cryin’
Young niggaz bang, and they ain’t afriad of dyin’
Pistol keepers, mobile phones and beepers
Cars and hoes, and plenty dust for the geekers
Me, I’m a break beater, microphone eater
Weed leader, siizlin’ like a fajita
But it’s so hard for me to stay out the streets
Behind tint blowin’ cheap
Fuckin’ with freaks
What kinda role model, I’ma be?
Don’t get it twisted
Gifted, linquistic. graphic and realistic
God, deleiver me from harm and arm me with,
Sense enough to know when to quit
Chorus:
I don’t want to die
I don’t want to die (lord forgive me for the anger that I feel today)
I don’t want to die
I don’t want to die
Thinkin’ about what my eyes witnessed
Thinkin’ about what my kids gon’ see
when they get grown and independent
What you doin’ baby?
18, strippin’ daily
A small ass apartment, tryin’ to flip a Mercedes
I don’t knock shit, unless you a fiend
Tryin’ to hock shit
Protectin’ myself
I gotta grab the gock and pop shit
I guess that’s the problem with the world today (what?)
Black, white, asian
So many people think this way
F*ck with me and I’ll shoot ya
We live in, what used to be the space age, future
To acid droppin’ hippies
Now they run the country
Drug smugglin’ with my tax money
Bomb makers, nuclear, death creators
White power, skin head, Jew and nigga haters
All of this, plus I gotta watch the nigga next door
What you think I pray for, man
Chorus
Life ain’t nothin’ but preperation
For the angels and the demons that we all gon’ face when,
The soul and the body separate, that’s death
Nothin’ left but darkness, after your last breath
Well, all of that shit is in the past
Enjoy it while you got it, cause you can’t take it with your ass
Where I’m from, any day can be your last
That’s why them thug niggaz live life hard and fast
Slowdown, and find yourself surrounded by the lowdown
Unaware, a showdown’s about to go down
Why we gotta clown instead of bein’ kinfolks
Why do white folks, think all we know is sellin’ dope?
Some can’t cope, and got out hangin’ from a rope
Slit wrists, found shakin’ from an overdose
Tupac and Biggie got they life snatched away
Nobody knows when they gotta go, mayne
Chorus
That’s all baby,
You never know when you gotta go
Deaths around the corner
Your nobody, till somebody kils you
But I don’t want to die
I don’t want to die
Hey, I don’t want to die
Can you hear me?
I don’t want to die
I don’t want to die
I don’t want to die
DIe, die, die, die, die (repeated till end)