[Verse 1: BLS]
Bloody lips, she always bites when we kiss
But I bite what she writes, life with a bad b**h
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 d**h 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 motherf**er like incest
Chin checked by the fact I'm still living in debt