bullet afta bullet, hot shells fall on tha street
blood spilled, brains mushy as hollow tips hit tha concrete
why is killin illegal, its just so much fun
why should we git locked up just fo bustin a gun
tha phykopathic mind of a nigga thats lost all hope
in society, tha system, life is just 2 hard 2 cope
so he chose 2 pick up cold steel n let loose on innocents
laughin as bodys drop, he got a mind thats lost all sense
killin not in defence, killin simply fo tha fun of it
was picked on as a kid but now hes makin up fo it
he doesent care if he dies, there aint no fear in his eyes
nuthin left bit dispise, for a world thats based on lies
if he could ask one question 2 god, its gotta be
"why is life so crewl, whyd you hav 2 choose me'
constantly in tha wrong, had no friends 2 call his own
panaking fo his 'life', sweatin, crying in his own home
skitsophrenia fucked him in the head, hes lyin on his bed
wit a gun in his right hand... barrel inside his mouth..
cock it back, pull tha trigga, end his life now he dead...

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