on december 18 2006 walking to a store wit a bag of chips
paranoid from the glock on my hip tried to keep calm and regriped
noone would know that im packing this shit graped a soda took a sip
made a quick tip as the cashier flipped my glocked sliped two shots dripped
out the hulster peranoia ate at my composier flashed back i snaped tracked and react like a soilder the war done been over red lights flashed cops dashed
to the side of my window busting out my seat i won't make this that simple
im going down sheding blood affending scrubs deffending cuz dashed out the club
into a tinted chevy wit rolling dubs cops petrolling heavy grab my semi automatic
exploding trucks as i dived into an aquduct im acting up and ready to realese rage
like two dogs starving in the same cage on a rampage
highlights on the news im on the front page for days
i ran wit no food and little salt water a little thought starter
am i sane or crazy is it me or can i see hades maybe
thats where im ment to burn poof i woke up knowing its not my turn
i start to squirm my hands bard wit black scars invisions of masked starts
cloud my thoughts and feelings of hatred destout of war brought
by one being the only one on earth lefts standing is me that im seeing
peranoia strikes me to soon see the comming of all wars start with me