P. Soul - I'LL BE DEAD IN THE MORNING lyrics

[Verse 1: RAMIREZ] Fighting depression and I'm learning my lesson I got a fist full of pills I'm just counting the seconds I said rather walk and begin to envision the face and eyes as I sit here and listen These voices is talking I'm losing my mind The grim reaper's on the side looking for the light But I'm blind Not giving a f** My whole life's intwined with the wrongs that I'm doing Man it's been proven nice n***as only finish last f** a race I'm trying to finish first place If I got to be greedy defeat the kid it's okay Get the f** out of my way I'm always on the grind ain't got time to play "RAMIREZ is trash." f** what you think You don't pay my bills And you don't wash the dishes in my sink Don't think I'm moving swiftly with the blade I put a n***a on his back 'Cause he think this sh** is a game