Deaths Door Step

By P. Win

On The Stairs

Released on October 2, 2015

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[Intro: P. Win]

Yah, let's go


[Verse 1: P. Win]

April of '88, the center of my age

It'll go on for so many years

Up in my head, just stay out of my head (come on let's go)

Don't let them speak, don't even tell them that you know

Tryna find your place in life

Tell me where do you go (go)

Open up the soul a bit, have to strive to win cause to me it seems something stalled the steps

You live without regrets

It is my bar that sets so don't fear the rest of mine will not be set

Fashion before your eyes in this life or next

Hear it in all the cries, this one know it's the best

Complex introverted, complex

So tell me when who's next (yo)


[Chorus: P. Win]

Don't you hear me knocking? (knocking)

Every day I keep calling, yelling on deaths doorstep babe and I have a problem (problem)

I can't handle myself, do you know a way to solve it (solve it)

This is deaths doorstep where everything seems okay (yeah)

I'm straining the pain away from my center, aye

My enemy, death will be my serenity


[Verse 2: P. Win]

Not today, the last thing that they'll wanna do is cross me

I'm-I'm-I'm stuck between a hard place and a rock, you say

And everything around me collapsing, it's all happening man it's all happening

(Pick-pick up)

They say to pick up, pick up (pick up)

Well who's on the other end?

I'm sick of, sick of (sick of)

The bankruptcy I'm caught up in

I feed off, feed off (off)

The energy and all of them you're winning, defending the miles that you're inching come on

So you won't give me the real

Sick of the fake, waiting to die

Dying to take the chances within

Wearing this while all up on my grin, come on

Woven yourself on this path

Your mind will live fried and see them all clash

Feeling on edge hoping this ain't the last

Your life can't escape, you was gone in a flash (yeah)


[Chorus: P. Win]

Don't you hear me knocking? (knocking)

Every day I keep calling, yelling on deaths doorstep babe and I have a problem (problem)

I can't handle myself, do you know a way to solve it (solve it)

This is deaths doorstep where everything seems okay (yeah)

I'm straining the pain away from my center, aye

My enemy, death will be my serenity