Suicide Drive

[Verse 1: BLS] Bloody lips, she always bites when we kiss But I bite what she writes, life with a bad bitch Kiss this, the gift been missing from your wish list Witness the bliss I'll get when I get rich Or dig the ditch, the pitch, when I get lynched Poems all red like I wrote with a slit wrist Dead broke on dope in the show business And I'm the only name still written on my hit list Cold weather, supposed to get better Goose bumps bump through my Polo sweater The artists that won't starve, grow into go-getters Burnin' my last coal, carry a gold fetter Roast a bag of dope and wrote myself a letter Sayin' I gotta get it, get it before I'm bitter Blood couldn't trickle any thicker or turn redder Wouldn't write another riddle or even one letter Til I finish this one, and bundle them all together Give 'em back to the tribe, that's followin' where I'm headed Hopin' to find a land where I can leave behind my weapon Walk out the house and still feel protected Rose out the stone all alone with no cry Chosen' to roam every road to get mine Rose out the stone all alone with no cry Chosen' to roam the globe I gotta get mine x 6 [Verse 2: BLS] Rolling another penner, joints is getting thinner California is cold but we never have a winter Ain't warm enough by the stove, I'm out here getting dinner I'm hungry and I'm skinny and I'm only getting thinner Sweeter things in life just making me feel bitter A promise to my love that I can't deliver All sinner and no saint, just a bucket of paint Everything that I lost, what I got to gain No woman no crier, just a liar on fire Hanging from shoelace strings on a telephone wire Is there breath left? I'm making good on them death threats Sobered up, and couldn't get an eyeful of bed rest Revenge for my early 20's living in excess Wish I woulda quit, or at least just bet less But wishes are a motherfucker like incest Chin checked by the fact I'm still living in debt