Testi Suicide Drive - Shahmen

Suicide Drive

Bloody lips, she always bites when we kiss\nBut I bite what she writes, life with a bad bitch\nKiss this, the gift been missing from your wish list\nWitness the bliss I’ll get when I get rich\nOr dig the ditch, the pitch, when I get lynched\nPoems all red like I wrote with a slit wrist\nDead broke on dope in the show business\nAnd I’m the only name still written on my hit list\nCold weather, supposed to get better\nGoose bumps bump through my Polo sweater\nThe artists that won’t starve, grow into go-getters\nBurnin' my last coal, carry a gold fetter\nRoast a bag of dope and wrote myself a letter\nSayin' I gotta get it, get it before I’m bitter\nBlood couldn’t trickle any thicker or turn redder\nWouldn’t write another riddle or even one letter\nTil I finish this one, and bundle them all together\nGive 'em back to the tribe, that’s followin' where I’m headed\nHopin' to find a land where I can leave behind my weapon\nWalk out the house and still feel protected\nRose out the stone all alone with no cry\nChosen' to roam every road to get mine\nRose out the stone all alone with no cry\nChosen' to roam the globe\nI gotta get mine x 6\nRolling another penner, joints is getting thinner\nCalifornia is cold but we never have a winter\nAin’t warm enough by the stove, I’m out here getting dinner\nI’m hungry and I’m skinny and I’m only getting thinner\nSweeter things in life just making me feel bitter\nA promise to my love that I can’t deliver\nAll sinner but no saint, just a bucket of paint\nEverything that I lost, what I got to gain\nNo woman no crier, just a liar on fire\nHanging from shoelace strings from a telephone wire\nIs there breath left? I’m making good on them death threats\nSobered up, and couldn’t get an eyeful of bed rest\nRevenge for my early 20's living in excess\nWish I could’ve quit, or at least just bet less\nBut wishes are a motherfucker like incest\nChin checked by the fact I’m still living in debt