i pick up the glock, pull back the hammer
its either this, or back to the slammer
i contemplate life
think of my trife
good god, should i role the dice?
this shits getting real
after that one deal
fucked in head
i want to be dead
i can't go back there, screaming "no mama, no!"
she just sits there, letting me go
i look in her eyes
see all my lies
i need to stay true
fuck, thats hard to do
my life is a lie
i break down and cry
please end the bullshit
i just about quit.
whoa...