backfire
 

tensed and stressed//
sumthing on the chest//
let it out, take one deep breath//
been blessed, but throwin it all away//
demoned plague, everybodies crazed//
held the chrome wit a shaky index finger//
controlled by anger only leads to danger//
sold his soul, wit this pose he holds//
but no one knows, wat let the bullet go//
the gun explodes, and the target changed//
backfired gage, went into his own brain//
no more pain, at least not in this world//
layin on the pavement wit his body curled//

yo i aint feelin that one that much but ya know its still good in my intentions aight dawg

i was cool wit it but work on it sum mo