I hear the cemetery calling me they want to see if I’m ready to die and leave this life I lead suicide attempts as well as murder beef conciplating while I’m waiting for the currency in emergency 211 homicides I’m taking what I want for me there’s vengance in the devils eyes but he’s been lookin out for me my souls getting tired my bodies getting old but this tension will never cease no matter where I seem to go strapped up with a razor blade or something that will leave you smoked 1811 Norte sider my varrios no fucking joke