Songtext von Razor

Got the fucking razor Will meet my creator Demons that I have Need to fed up, uh? I'm kneeling, crying, praying Maybe I’ll learn some of fame Maybe I’ll learn some of gold chains Some bitch to smother all my pain Burn my internal problems on the flame Life is a race, is game Is a pain, is a shame Trying not to cry But I have a hole on my chest, bitch Have a poison on my veins Will die young without any gains She say that I got Till I get a shot without feeling pain They say that I got Till I disappear with the Benz I say okay Really wanna blame all this days In that I won’t have you at my side, baby At my side, baby Homicide baby At my side, baby Homicide baby