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Death Before Dishonor

My mind is already at the finish line Right before the gun fired My mind is already at the finish line waiting to foresee what the hell you got beneath that skin That thin skin gets torn with concealed hell in my eyes Get out of my way Relax because it's over before it started It's death before dishonor Tarnish my body but don't touch my name I'd sooner be starving then ask for your aid So let me constrict my belt three more notches ‘til hell It's my dignity that gets me through these rough times so keep your sleaze to yourself I keep my head held high when the options are none and all I can do is walk away from the grim reaper himself I have never ran from anything in my life and I on no account will I'll never ask for you to do something I won't do myself I put my only faith in my death and God because that's the only thing that's certain right now Man, your trying too hard With your hat tilted to the side and your faded eyes Drugs coursing through your jugular vein All you can hear is the rhythm of your death in your ear drum right before the warning shots Lucifer makes to call you home It makes me sick how you make your girl paint her face every morning what exactly are you making her hide? After daubing off Maybelline Eye-shadow and MAC foundation I realize it's me Damn, it's really me, isn't it What do you like the attention my counterfeit face attracts Nah man your just afraid of the hate in my every pore before the warning shots I’m going to be waiting for you at the finish line to show you what the hell I got

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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