PRESS THE TRIGGER

ADULT READING WARNING!

Livin’ in the pollution of Hell

I told my bitch

that for fifty bucks

I’d sell her hole, but maybe not

I am just so tired

of bein so ’ fuckin’ poor!

The projects

got me walkin’ the street late

huntin’ for somethin’

I can take, cos I can’t fake

my depression

feels like I’m a Russian immigrant.

Yo boy, I’m fuckin’ hungry

and my bitch

hangs out cos I know she loves me.

Don’t wanna jump out the window

cos somehow

I sees a better day a comin’

maybe buy her a fine dress

and get 'er

some of them Cary Grant flowers, yea.

I feel oppressed

and pressed by the time.

One day

we all are gonna break

out of this cage.

I hear guns banging all the night

and I know she feels uptight …

gonna press the trigger if I have too …