Must one person's triumph be another's humiliation?
                                     Of course!

                                      Aye, another day waiting for death
                                      Every day that I waste is my list of regrets
                                      So I tell myself, "It’s okay, day after next
                                      We’ll make all these arrangements to change
                                      You can better yourself”
                                      I know I’m wasting my breath as I inhale
                                      I know I’m escaping my death as I inhale, ah
                                      I can’t recall why I’m suffocating
                                      My lungs are failing


                                      Step into the mind of a cut-throat
                                      Empty streets, cold weather, all alone
                                      Blackness, grey air, just snow
                                      Feelings low, being followed by crows
                                      Call list overflowed with hot lines
                                      Drug help, mental, suicide
                                      Feel tired, feel dried and you wanna die
                                      Pride fried, closed eyes and you start to cry
                                      Swear I spent a lifetime trying to get it right
                                      Still isolated, still out of sight
                                      Keep my dreads swinging like they in a fight
                                      I just wanna kill everyone in sight
                                      Take the money, take the ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥, take the drugs, take the gold
                                      Baby, let me decompose
                                      Never names said, more shade spit