Roses and razorblades (ft. black magic crossing)

I'm just a simple man, all i want is life's gold,but i never wanna leave, not until my life's told. Through a pen and a pad i write ministries, frustration with these suicidal tendencies. I can't blink cuz if i do it might pass by,just leavin me once again i only as why? I'm wakin up in the morning just to fight work,tryina figure out where i fit in this tight world,im living proof you can hustle for your life's gold,struggle with the muscle of a knife in your mindsoul. I never thought i could express wat the real was, until i understood wat the phrase, "keep it real" was, does it mean loyalty or does it mean hate? cuz most of yall do tha lyin jus to instigate. I don't really care cuz i'll be my own man til tha nights out, fightin in the grind with tha lights out, this is... 

Roses and Razorblades(sometimes i stop myself and say)" how could it be this way"(cuz i don't know if it'll be okay today)where did i go wrong?( i try hard but i just gotta keep on)Dyin to be strong, singing this lonesome song. 

Check it, i came from nothing, back allys and [bad word] matresses, some claim they live in detroit, that jus actresses, rep a city, that they aint neva see really, but i'll show you wat it's like in my city, the real pretty. place that took tha life of my boys i once knew, a place if you front in tha end, confronts you, a place that gave birth to a kid with this nature, who cut himself off of tha world with one razor, think about the irony in it, i mean this, sharp like a blade in his words of genius, to be specific, my rhymes can be prolific,dangerous, personal times [bad word] get convicted, all of yall go ahead n get yo bling bling on,wit no fans at yo show goin " is this thing on?", 
learn from the best, your job is incorrect, jus watch out for stress as i rob your intellect.... 

Roses and Razorblades(sometimes i stop myself and say)" how could it be this way"(cuz i don't know if it'll be okay today)where did i go wrong?( i try hard but i just gotta keep on)Dyin to be strong, singing this lonesome song. 

This is Roses and Razorblades,sometimes i cut myself and bleed,how could it be this way? Cuz you aint neva seen stress like me,Where did i go wrong? who cares cuz it aint my fault that im, dyin to be strong, singin this lonesome song...