Trigger's Disclaimer

I am at my bedside Contemplating suicide; In my mind, a minute to decide. Pull the trigger Death is easy, quicker My brain matter, The wall behind, blood splatter; A glass of water, nothing further Before I pull the trigger; Get a pillow, gun nozzle hollow Bring together to silence the echo; After birth, next death The dark side of this earth; Death is a mystery But many choose it to end their misery; Devils’ officiated ceremony A fool’s choice to end his agony; Death is a mystic logic Each time fuzzy and tragic; Now I am on verge, I am at the edge So please get Sister Sledge to sing my dirge All surrendered by the Feds; Life is a bitch; Drugs quick scheme rich; I know there’s no place for me in Heaven Unless I get the chance to be forgiven; Now I’m breathing, any minute bleeding I can hear a silent voice pleading, hell is freezing; The devil is hoping to rejoice I can hear his scary voice Nigga, death is your only choice; All my life a sinner Pull the trigger, I’ve always been eager It’s only a bullet, pull it nigga I’m almost, death foremost So close, my head in bullet hole Can someone save my soul Or even scream at me, no! May be I should get a feel of hanging on a rope Oh no, choking is no joke It’s a solemn moment, now I’m silent May be reluctant, No I’m more ardent; I’ve been a trigger killer All my life with this finger; Now my turn, it is legal, come on nigga; Where is the mercy killer? I need his icy finger To send me to the city freezer; ll my life a sinner Pull the trigger, I’ve always been eager It’s only a bullet, pull it nigga I’m almost, death foremost So close, my head in bullet hole Can someone save my soul Or even scream at me, no! May be I should get a feel of hanging on a rope Oh no, choking is no joke I hear the morgue is a misty fog; There’s another choice, I can hear a silent voice; It’s a warning from all four corners Suicide gonnas, their bodies to the wild hyenas; Now my body in sweaty beads I need some smoking weed; Now is my hour, my mouth very sour (sawa) Tomorrow I’ll be on the news cover Today, news hour; I can see my dusty Bible, many years it’s been idle But who’s gonna preach me a gospel, end this struggle; I’ve been drunk, drug-filled lungs Full-time ghetto junk; Shivering, now I know I’m a coward Don’t want my body numb covered; Death isn’t easy Imagine even feeling dizzy; I switch on the safety lock Death, what a f_ck; I didn’t pull the trigger It’s my disclaimer; All my life a sinner Pull the trigger, I’ve always been eager It’s only a bullet, pull it nigga I’m almost, death foremost So close, my head in bullet hole Can someone save my soul Or even scream at me, no! May be I should get a feel of hanging on a rope Oh no, choking is no joke