The trajectory releases the bullet of the gun//
Sweat trickles down your cheeks, the further you run//
The herb you just smoked , for the time was fun//
But fuck the fun, your time is almost done//
You realize the people who loved you was none//
You know now, that the life you livedyou have not won//
I dun give a fuck, I'll pull the trigger//
You'll let out a shrilling... "fuck you nigger"//
Then you wake up in abserdity, your already dead//
You turned over and repeat what somebody said//
No natural causes... he took a blow to the head//
Nobody was found at the scene of the crime//
And nobody knows the exact time//
I ashed your spirit fall//
As the shadow of death crept and I fearfully saw it crawl//
You have no motion, your dead like a doll//
"Bang" the trigger went, that's it, that was all//
I walked away... slowly and alone//
Gonna roll a nice fatty now.. I am goin' home//