Talking to God

Dear God I know this will come off as suicidal or some cry for help bull shit but truth is- I can’t wait to die so I can get a better peace of mind  
But when I do it won’t be no sucka shit like slashing my wrist or taking no pills but Imma be at peace from this bull shit. Is it the darkness inside of my soul that’s got me telling you the blunt scary ass truth or I’m I just breaking down that twenty six foot wall, that I put up and speaking blasphemy or just  remembering “imma mouthafukin giant and just staying woke and realizing this simple ass truth and thinking- here we go again with this same old shit!” Not that it comes to any surprise, I mean “fuck” this shit is just on repeat,  just with different players each quarter. So can you switch it up a little before I get to the finale play, “I’m just saying I’m getting bored!”