Be-4 - Esham

Mirror mirror on the wall

A suicidal brotha must take a fall

Can I talk for a second to myself

Can I talk for a second to myself

Can I look into my eyes for a second

Take a second look into my eyes

Im not suprised at what I see

I see you starin right back at me

So I can take a chance, take a razor to my wrist, take a rest

Take me a razor from the medicine chest

But I hesitate to take myself out my misery

I gotta get my head together, oh whatever

Ima do, i gotta do it right now

'cause im a suicidalist and i know how

Life aint nothin but bitches and money

So Elizabeth, im comin to join ya honey

Can I get wicked, get wicked can I get

Im losin my mind I cant take this shit

I think im gonna do it, gonna do it man I think

I bet by tomorrow dead bodies might stink

13 ways how to do it man I know

But if I gotta go I guess I gotta go

Im still dreamin about death and everyday is like dead

I got a screw loose and a hole in my head

Tick tock and you dont stop

Fuck the muthafuckin cops

Man im thinkin all this crazy shit

I grip my dick…