STRAIGHT EDGE BITCH

Everybody try and they helpless in their mind Evil with the shit 'cause they know I can't survive Gun in the backroom it's the safety of demise Take a beating of the hate, try and be precise. Is my soul just a slate of fiction in my mind Studied all the addies but to no avail in sight What am I What am I What am I in my little precious mind Out like a white tee Out in a blood stream Drown in a sea breeze Dart, but I'm missin' I don't do no codeine but could it be the worst thing Adolescent young snake, back to the stone age Do you hear the martyr, martyr religious You pack a fifth gram, stiches, oblivious Actin' like a good scene, the parent of my good deeds Villard of the dead king Head in stone till' I see my hands bleed Fire in my lungs, I'm about to blow your fuckin' home I can feel my fuckin' body shaken up and numb Thoughts in the back tellin' me this shit is wrong Dead in my grave as my lips kiss the bomb Everybody try and they helpless in their mind Evil with the shit 'cause they know I can't survive Gun in the backroom it's the safety of demise Take a beating of the hate, try and be precise She kept her promises and the bitch never lured me But real turns to fake when you f*ck a slimmer waist She got the lick on my lace, pop mollies in the rake, okay Transform into another bitch, started shit Why does this shit put me in the front of it Damn, she love to hurt me, the obsession to advert me The hate that gets me dirty and flirty, it burns me