Razor

Got the fucking razor
Will meet my creator
Demons that I have
Need to fed up, uh?
I’m kneeling, crying, praying
Maybe I’ll learn some of fame
Maybe I’ll learn some of gold chains
Some bitch to smother all my pain
Burn my internal problems on the flame
Life is a race, is game
Is a pain, is a shame
Trying not to cry
But I have a hole on my chest, bitch
Have a poison on my veins
Will die young without any gains
She say that I got
Till I get a shot without feeling pain
They say that I got
Till I disappear with the Benz
I say okay
Really wanna blame all this days
In that I won’t have you at my side, baby
At my side, baby
Homicide baby
At my side, baby
Homicide baby