Deception,I use it as a strategic weapon.
Cover my track marks,so enemies dont let off sparks
I Dissapear in the night.
Though my soul wont take flight.
Cause Im an Angel, whose afraid of the light.
I feel death tonight,at a young age.
It comes in the form of an ambitious gauge.
I have talks with God.
Even walks with God.
About my life's status.
Walkin through Heaven with a homing stratus.
So I took a page from Niccolo Machiavelli.
Hired me a look alike to be found dead in a alley.
So I can get out of Cali,and head over to Miami.
My death though was still a speculation.
Rumors said I was alive,jus switched locations.
Really I ditched salvation, cause I missed isolation.
While asleep I would have homicidal dreams.
Of homicidal fiends,trying to take a nigga's cream.
Wakin up sweating, grippin on my bead sheets.
A nigga wont face defeat,at my enemies feet.