I’ll Be Dead in the Morning

[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 fuck
My whole life's intwined with the wrongs that I'm doing
Man it's been proven nice niggas only finish last
Fuck a race I'm trying to finish first place
If I got to be greedy defeat the kid it's okay
Get the fuck out of my way
I'm always on the grind ain't got time to play
"RAMIREZ is trash." fuck 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 nigga on his back
'Cause he think this shit is a game