The River Is Getting Colder

(album: Meet Me Where The River Turns Grey - 2016)

Ay, got a couple of bodies that I gotta get ridd of
I'm making money but the hatred inside of me getting deeper
Now I'm looking for a route of escape
Cause everytime I play this game stupid shit surrounding me, it never change
I been flipping for the better
I remember that stupid kid that was whipping on beratta
Running from the left to the right
Making money in the middle of the night
And it's crazy, smoking on the medical, thinking 'bout my life
I'm motherfucking swished up and turning trife
This life ain't for me
I should be dead by now
But it's funny how I borrow life somehow
Who the fuck am I? Product of the streets
Sometime I go 2 weeks without a plate to eat or some sleep
That's just me
Am I going crazy? I don't know
Walking in the middle of the streets with no place to go
Lay my head down on a pillow with misery
I'm looking in the mirror, I see nothing but tragedy
This shit is crazy
I lose my mind sometimes
Now I'm looking at the ceiling thinking 'bout how
I could've done better
I could've done this and that
My life's fucked up, I don't even know if I should turn around back
Smoking on this shit
Try'na heal all the pain
Moma told me if you stay in this life some things that will never fucking change
Oh shit... that's true
I just don't know what to do
Now I'm stuck in a river
Smoking on this shit, fuck