Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
Don’t push me ‘cause I’m close to the edge
I’m trying not to lose my head
Ayo, he’s suicidal
Rehearsing verses from the Bible
An emergence of the serpent, burning the infernal, turned him psycho
A turn in life will send him towards guerilla war with family
That’s a metaphor that sets the story—this misunderstanding
There’s a crack up in the
Who’s blackened by the standing flag
From so demanding
Stole his soul and the standing
His clammy hands grab the wheel—grasping what she didn’t steal
Spinning lost inside a plot to kill
It’s not the thrill of sex she’s after—it's deception first
A lesson learned by watching her cheat right through the window at her desk at work
that bitch, that’s tenfold what she did to me He grabbed his chrome revolver out the drawer amidst his disbelief
Inside his mind
He seems divided in his life because he’s tryna die
She’s not my wife with all these lies she had to hide behind
I’ll chalk a body line
A kamikaze with no conscience for the cost of lives
Ayo, with a vengeful brain that’s swollen
Every thing she’s ever done, I load a bullet, this is bullshit
She’s foolish to think he’d go on keeping his cool
She’s bleeding treason from true, with every reason to shoot
So should I pull the hammer back and make her face the barrel?
. Killing her will make it possible to face tomorrow
Basic roles tell me this: I’m the one who’s victimized
I bet she even slept with me with him in mind between her thighs
Kiss this bitch goodbye. It isn’t right, she went too far beyond
He grins, gripping his pistol tight, and steps out of the car door
As he was making his move up toward the gate and stopped up at the porch top
And took one final moment to think before he touched the doorknob
Inside his mind
He seems divided in his life because he’s tryna die
She’s not my wife with all these lies she had to hide behind
I’ll chalk a body line
A kamikaze with no conscience for the cost of lives
Ayo, the bullets fly
At night, she
And a plea for life, screamin' for Jesus until she sees the light
I didn’t wipe my problems with my revolver
Kill my wife with all the angst I place upon her, save tomorrow
Sprawled across the carpet, she stains it all to scarlet
As her daughter watches the father tuck the gun under his armpit
They locked eyes, too shocked to With no reply, she lied there by her side and hugged her while she died
He looked down at his daughter
Where did this all go wrong?
a better way for this to be resolved
And now it seems that his is shadowed by the same doubt
He put the pistol to his lips, squeezed, and threw his brains out
Inside his mind
He seems divided in his life because he’s tryna die
She’s not my wife with all these lies she had to hide behind
I’ll chalk a body line
A kamikaze with no conscience for the cost of lives