Suicide Drive

Bloody lips, she always bites when we kiss

But I bite what she writes, life with a bad bitch

Kiss this, the gift been missin' from your wish list

Witness the bliss I'll get when I get rich

Or dig the ditch, they'll 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 feather

Roast a bag of dope and wrote myself a letter

Sayin' I gotta get it, get it before I'm deader

Blood couldn't trickle any thicker or turn redder

Wouldn't write another riddle or even one letter

Till I finish this one and bundle the all together

Give 'em back to the tribe who's followin' where I'm headed

Hopin' to find a land where I can leave behind my weapon

And 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

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

Rolling another penner, joints is gettin' thinner

California is cold,  but we never have a winter

Ain't warm enough by the stove, I'm out here gettin' dinner

I'm hungry and I'm skinny and I'm only getting thinner

Sweeter things in life just makin' me feel bitter

A promise to my love that I can't deliver

Oh, sinner, but 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 from a telephone wire

Is there breath left? I'm makin' good on them death threats

Sobered up, and couldn't get an eyeful of bed rest

Revenge for my early 20's livin' in excess

Wish I could've quit or at least just bet less

But wishes are a motherfucker like incest

Chin checked by the fact I'm still livin' in debt

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

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine

I gotta get mine