visions is piction to fiction,
death dream addicion,
so listen what im wishin,
livin a life of sin,
every day L to the dome wit a bottle of gin cousin,
cause death is the position givin,
blood driven-mind lasen ,
like my dog said its all illiusion,
sparkin from the mind like fusion bruisen ,
battlin muthafuckas neva loosin,
so what ya choosen,
written in the scriptures as the ghetto constituion,
step up to 187 ya head youll be loosin,
rollin in the escalade steady cruisen,

visions of death there aint no time left