They told me to aim and jus let the finger flow/
To take pride not shame and jus breath slow/
The loud bang that left me changed at 10 years old/
Nine years later I've become an assasin and hater/
Who's air patters are so comotose I need a resperator/
And ten seconds later when I should feel adreniline/
This motion picture in my brain of memories begin/
I never hesitate or shake when I send a fake to hell again/
Askin myself why my passion transformed me to an asasin/
Learned at a young age how easy it is to controll the rage/
Let it go through a gage and engage the end of your age/
And for every soul that I let go for god or hells controll/
I feel no remorse and the source is I learned to breath slow/

15 bars...keyed/