If we are what we eat then my future it is scary
For I have been scarfing down the pages of the devil's dictionary
In my veins there's a potent cocktail of fear and worry
That will show in my soul when the test results return from its autopsy
I need just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more mercy please
Just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more all I need
Just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more mercy please
A beggar at your door, a beggar at your door I will always be
When the henchman of midnight march me up to the gallows
and I stand accused with a noose around my neck in the shadows
and my crimes fill the dark as the ringleader barks and he bellows
A whisper of hope cuts the burlap rope
And steals all this ghetto kings gusto
I need just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more mercy please
Just a little bit more, a little bit more, a little bit more all I nee