Should I take it with a blade or use a knife?

Whatever I just pray I do it right?

I probably won′t make it through the nightI tell them that it's better suicide

Drowning in depression as the tears pour

Asking yourself what am I here for

Questioning the dear lord Convinced there′s nothing left to live for

Molested when you was a child

By the Chester with the creepy smile

Pressured you to do some things that's really foul

Your mom accepted it cause she was in denial

Convinced yourself abuse is love, which led to your abuse of drugs

I bet every time you in the tub

You imagining your body floating in the suds

Contemplating suicide

Tried it once but you survived

Standing in the mirror, devil in your eyes!

Should I do it from the front, or shoot it from the side?

Blaming God for what's been done to you

Feel he gave you life to punish you!

Hurt by everyone you run into!

End up walking on you like some running shoes

Always thought you wasn′t mommas best

That you were treated different from the rest

So in your mind you think you worth less, you ain′t worth dirt!

You deserve death!

Imaging your soul tore

On the bathroom on that cold floor

With your back against that closed door

And you slash your wrist with slow force

Blood running down your wrist. Dripping from your finger tips

Pills causing you to drift

Slipping into the abyss

Should I take it with a blade or use a knife? Walls are starting to close in on you

Whatever I just pray I do it right? You can't see your wake anymore

I probably won′t make it through the night. Everybods against you

I tell them that it's better suicide. My God

Your esteem ain′t where it need to be

You gotta learn to let these demons free

Let all the suffering within you cease

And the small love within you be increased

I speak a prophecy inside your life: that you be guided by a shining light

That you won't die but be a sign of life

That you are flier than defined heights

That the wings you grow forever soar

That you redeem whatever that was yours

That you have dreams of heavenly rewards

That your esteem forever be restored

That you′ll oppose to such a tragedy

That it would never come to pass and be

That you would rather walk a path of glee

And give your troubles to your majesty

I pray you be the head and not the tail

I pray your footsteps create a trail

I cast depression to the pits of hell

That which you wrestle with shall not prevail

I bind the voices that have conquered you

And said the dreams would always run from you

God redeems the just and I'm the proof

You uncling from us you monster you!

I speak forgiveness in your rainy soul

That you forgive yourself and gain control

The same dealer dealt the reigns to Job

That joy cometh when the rooster crows

Should I take it with a blade or use a knife?

Whatever I just pray I do it right? Right now I come against depression, I come against rejection

I probably won't make it through the night. I come against those demonic spirits that have hindered you

I tell them that it′s better suicide. I come against rebellion I come against abuse I come against regret, I come against anxiety

Should I take it with a blade or use a knife? I come against financial loss. I come against cocaine addiction, I come against heroin abuse

Whatever I just pray I do it right? I come against neglect, I come against molestation, I come against worry

I probably won′t make it through the night. I come against self-hatred I come against anything that has hindered you from the divine will that God has set for your life

I tell them that it's better suicide