George Transcender - Ice Pickrate me
it's just another small town day,
another waste of space in a wasted place...
she picks her skin above the I d chip,
just another wallow in disgrace...
another wedding vow bites the dust,
one more bitch slap on my soul,
it gets too hard to scrape the rust,
too easy to fall into a hole...
break it loose, break it loose, break the truth loose,
and I still love,
I tried to get you in my life,
but didn't know just how to go about it,
when all your drama left was ice,
I jumped up on the roof to shout about it...
soul in the mud, drugs in the blood,
it seems you just can't live without it...
you cry into my soul you'll change:
BUT I DOUBT IT !..
he's just another junkie fix,
freezin' in the heart of the empire...
my sonny boy's usin' dope n tricks
in a play to jam the feel of the real deal...
a girl I know still bleeds from meth,
someone younger pleads for death,
a mob deep gangster beats the spread,
AN ALL that's LEFT IS A STONE COLD ICE PICK !..