The River Is Getting Colder - Ramirez

Ay, got a couple of bodies that I gotta get ridd of

I’m makin' money but the hatred inside of me gettin' deeper

Now I’m lookin' for a route of escape

Cause everytime I play this game stupid shit surrounding me, it never change

I been flipping for the better

I remember that stupid kid that was whippin' on beratta

Runnin' from the left to the right

Makin' money in the middle of the night

And it’s crazy, smokin' on the medical, thinkin' 'bout my life

I’m motherfuckin' swished up and turning trife

This life ain’t for me

I should be dead by now

But it’s funny how I borrow life somehow

Who the fuck am I?

Product of the streets

Sometime I go 2 weeks without a plate to eat or some sleep

That’s just me

Am I going crazy?

I don’t know

Walkin' in the middle of the streets with no place to go

Lay my head down on a pillow with misery

I’m lookin' in the mirror, I see nothin' but tragedy

This shit is crazy

I lose my mind sometimes

Now I’m lookin' at the ceiling thinkin' 'bout how

I could’ve done better

I could’ve done this and that

My life’s fucked up, I don’t even know if I should turn around back

Smokin' on this shit

Try’na heal all the pain

Moma told me if you stay in this life some things that will never fucking change

Oh shit.

that’s true

I just don’t know what to do

Now I’m stuck in a river

Smokin' on this shit, fuck