Lyrics Rain Drops - Novel , Slaughterhouse
Tear
drops
in
the
pillow
on
my
bed
Still
trying
to
keep
my
head
up
Know
you′d
rather
see
me
dead
And
the
raindrops
keep
on
falling
I
said
they
keep
on
falling
And
they
keep
on
falling
I
said
they
keep
on
falling
Slaughterhouse,
yo
I'm
the
product
of
when
a
nigga
mama
gives
up
Crying,
laying
in
the
trash
with
the
lid
shut
Ain′t
got
no
family,
my
mind
is
tender
My
daddy's
invisible,
my
Mom's
is
Brenda,
uh
If
I
survive
I′m
grow
into
what
Society
considers
trash,
the
rope
is
to
us
That
mean
I′m
hanging
myself
by
living
The
noose
is
getting
murdered,
that
or
going
to
prison
My
mind's
controlled
before
I
learned
mind
control
What
you
call
living
life,
I
call
dying
slow
I′m
genetically
predisposed
The
reaper
the
only
thing
that
can
ease
my
soul,
freezing
cold
Feeling
like
I
was
given
life
And
if
I
take
it,
at
least
I
choose
I'll
probably
be
in
heaven
when
the
pain
stops
′Til
then
all
I'm
hearing
is
wind
and
rain
drops
Tear
drops
in
the
pillow
on
my
bed
Still
trying
to
keep
my
head
up
Know
you′d
rather
see
me
dead
And
the
raindrops
keep
on
falling
I
said
they
keep
on
falling
And
they
keep
on
falling,
falling
'Cause
this
is
my
pain
Dear
Auntie,
I
still
feel
your
timeless
sorrow
Before
you
died,
it's
like
your
body
was
mine
to
borrow
Like
I
jumped
in
your
physical
shell
while
you
was
Going
through
miserable
hell
saying
goodbye
to
tomorrow
Everyday
it
makes
me
sad,
angry,
mad
How
you
were
sent
to
heaven′s
sacred
path
Duct
taped
and
gagged,
plus
raped
and
stabbed
Body
draped
in
blood,
what
a
fate
to
have
Such
a
pitiful
end,
I′m
popping
Ritalin
like
they
Skittles
'Cause
when
I
sleep,
I
can
feel
it
again
and
again
and
again
And
it′s
difficult,
killing
is
the
wickedest
Biblical
sin
I'm
talking
about
Mama′s
identical
twin
I
see
your
face
when
I
look
at
her
Her
reminder
of
how
I've
been
in
the
cold
since
14
years
old
I
swear
to
God,
I′ll
probably
be
in
heaven
when
the
pain
stops
'Til
then
all
I'm
hearing
is
wind
and
raindrops
Rest
in
peace,
Chacha
Tear
drops
in
the
pillow
on
my
bed
Still
trying
to
keep
my
head
up
Know
you′d
rather
see
me
dead
And
the
raindrops
keep
on
falling
Yeah,
they
keep
on
falling
Yeah,
they
keep
on
falling,
falling,
falling,
yeah
Nah,
I
ain′t
move
bricks
on
the
Peter
Pan
No
father
around
to
teach
me
how
to
be
a
man
We
was
too
high,
didn't
know
where
we
would
land
Scraping
coke
on
the
weed
til′
niggas
didn't
see
a
plant
Alcoholic′s
child
raise
off
of
sugar
water
Headed
to
you
and
just
thought
about
how
good
he
was
brought
up
Coulda,
woulda,
outta
one
track
mind
They
say
man
of
many
hats
buys
a
hooker
for
a
quarter
And
now
I'm
writing
a
book
and
the
hood′s
the
author
Called
the
'Obvious
Poker
Face,
The
Look
of
Torture'
Teach
you
how
to
climb
your
way
out
that
ditch
then
Me
all
I
need
is
this
pen
and
thick
skin
Being
so
bright
could
mean
you
lit
then
′Cause
you
start
trying
to
figure
out
a
figment
I′ll
probably
be
in
heaven
when
the
pain
stops
'Til
then
all
I
hear
is
wind
and
rain
drops
Tear
drops
in
the
pillow
on
my
bed
Still
trying
to
keep
my
head
up
Know
you′d
rather
see
me
dead
And
the
raindrops
keep
on
falling,
falling,
falling,
falling
Check
it
out,
I'm
still
waiting
on
my
dad
to
get
back
He
went
to
the
store
in
′84
and
I
ain't
seen
him
after
that
Another
single
mom
public
assisted
the
rent
wasn′t
consistent
So
they
had
us
back
and
forth
in
court
in
the
months
of
the
blizzard
My
sneakers
leaned,
the
rubber
was
missing
No
one
on
ones,
they
always
jumped
me
No
brothers
and
sisters
to
hold
me
down
Along
with
headphones
plugged
into
a
cheap
Walkman
that
ate
tapes
Gun
shots
and
me
sleep
walking,
I
hate
weights
A
whole
lot
of
crying,
police
chalking
that
fake
tape
Ambulance
never
on
time,
they
like
a
day
late
My
cousin
had
to
vacate,
my
best
friend
since
age
eight
Sometimes
I
can't
hold
them
I
kid
you
not
Eyes
get
swollen
holding
on
that
tissue
box,
somebody
get
a
mop
I'll
probably
be
in
heaven
when
the
pain
stops
′Til
then
all
I′m
hearing
is
wind
and
raindrops
Tear
drops
in
the
pillow
on
my
bed
Still
trying
to
keep
my
head
up
Know
you'd
rather
see
me
dead
And
the
raindrops
keep
on
falling
Yeah,
they
keep
on
falling,
they
keep
on
falling
Falling,
yeah,
they
keep
on
falling
And
they
keep
on,
and
the
raindrops
keep
on
falling
Yeah,
yeah,
yeah,
yeah
![Slaughterhouse - Slaughterhouse](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/w/g/u/b/0ji4ewbugw.jpg)
1 Pray (It's A Shame)
2 The Phone Call (skit)
3 The Phone Call 2 - Skit
4 Sound Off
5 Lyrical Murderers
6 Microphone
7 Not Tonight
8 The One
9 In The Mind Of Madness (skit)
10 Cuckoo
11 Onslaught 2
12 Cut You Loose
13 Salute
14 Rain Drops
15 Killaz
Attention! Feel free to leave feedback.