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
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