Look through my eyes, and see a vision//
This is no disguise, this the end of the intermission//
To conquer these cries, is my true mission//
As my heart begins to die, I start wishen//
Maybe the pain will subside, and i can start Thinken//
Of ways to survive, like swim instead of sinken//
I wanna live the good life, like champagne drinken//
All I feel strife, and the eye of death winkin//
I got my knife, and my 9 millimeter clicken//
Need em to stay alive, because beef stay sticken//
Its hard to strive, but you know ima stay kicken//