Il testo della Be-4

Mirror mirror on the wall
A suicidal brotha must take a fall
Can i talk for a second to myself
Can i talk for a second to myself
Can i look into my eyes for a second
Take a second look into my eyes
Im not suprised at what i see
I see you starin right back at me
So i can take a chance, take a razor to my wrist, take a rest
Take me a razor from the medicine chest
But i hesitate to take myself out my misery
I gotta get my head together, oh whatever
Ima do, i gotta do it right now
'cause im a suicidalist and i know how
Life aint nothin but bitches and money
So elizabeth, im comin to join ya honey
Can i get wicked, get wicked can i get
Im losin my mind i cant take this shit
I think im gonna do it, gonna do it man i think
I bet by tomorrow dead bodies might stink
13 ways how to do it man i know
But if i gotta go i guess i gotta go
Im still dreamin about death and everyday is like dead
I got a screw loose and a hole in my head
Tick tock and you dont stop
Fuck the muthafuckin cops
Man im thinkin all this crazy shit
I grip my dick.......