The flashes of lights luminating the shadows...
in my left hand i hold the chance of me facin the gallows...
a colt 45. and my decison hasnt been made...
like a pathocidal criminal gainin attention in hopes of bein laid...
these pigs begin to line against the buildings exterior...
and the shouts from the negotiator...inferin that im inferior...
i have a fork in the road...travel two different highways...
should i shoot the hostage...but this choice denies me of my days...
i can feel the lasers...tracin my tinted figure of head...
should i murder this hostage...before the realease ill be dead...
killed by the casing from a snipers indented chamber...
people now watch me after their long day of labor...
and i had to be here cause i never worked a day in my life...
my father always said that attitude would lead to my strife...
easy to say for a rich man livin behind the lies he created...
my decision has begun...somewhere in heaven my candles been faded...
well goodbye to my family and all those who have cared...
i brace for this kill...even the newscaster cant deny hes scared...
pull the trigger...thats it its all over...
the police calls announced on all of their rovers...
now the pd's rep has become all of it taint...
cause as they rushed to the hostage...one shot to the head was covered in paint

^^if u jus didnt get it it was a paintball gun and he died tryin to prove a point