Infinity plus infinity.

Life, what good is life living with no good advice?
should I spite my own god for making me? or should I fight?
acid flashbacks and ecstacy relapses and
anxiety attacks push me and I could ignight
is it a lesson lord? or is it just to haunt me?
I hate myself for placing this viciousness apon me
if it weren't for aunty sally i'd be gone'dee
half.. dead up in the alley of a laundry
matt.. who can if willis can't stop the
wrath?.. you cant and willis got lots deep
packed.. new plans like maybe I should chauch me
wacked.. get that no matter what it costs me
fact.. hookin up with [bad word] so raunchy
fat.. no I don't want no digits I don't want the
last.. memories to be of this nature
I wanna graduate with good behavior, and never have
to say that.. [bad word] 
I've been robbed of my self control (whoa)
and though I might look sain.. I'm fighting pain
I've been robbed of my self control (whoa)
I lay awake at night telling myself I won't take my life.

Verse 2

Life, so what's the meaning of life?
leading it nicely despite seeing demons at night?
I don't like being right when I speak on the mic
but the hype's sorta like I'm on in a fight
doing one too many speed for the night now im forever
rock bottom got problems and im bleeding the price
the only knowledge I remember is the scheming advice
the streets gave me I was blind not seeing the light
other ways just seems I'm treated just like a peasant
it wasnt great, wished I was living a life in heaven
or something safe, equally past is like the present
its mothers day, and I wish that i could go buy a present
"no [bad word] way", you say, you stuck up [bad word] fake
must be great havin both parents that love you eh?
take it for granted, your unlucky, the love will break
and then you'll be me, like there must be another way
other than feelin [bad word] 

Verse 3

Sometimes life is killin me, nights are fillin me
with richeous villany now my knife ability's sick
I could really be rich, ripe, or ill as it gets
sickness in the skull time for willy to quit
i had to end it like "why'd you really do it?"
none of your business life was givin me [bad word] back in the day thinkin vikidin was the [bad word] till it started [bad word] up my mind then WMHS was it
see i was a mentor of 2 of my dudes
booming the tunes we turned out a ludacris crew
i took what i had learned in rhyme, past it down the line
to the fastest learnin minds to consume it like food
and now i got an urban family for wilz to ride like
yes, i got WMHS, the reason im still alive
pleadin it wont decide to be bleeding or pillified
a threat to that kinda love's a good reason to kill a guy........