Lord have mercy on my soul/ I kill so many foes/ Death apart of my gene/ Now I wanta close my eyes and go/ See myself floating high in the sky/ Not running from the cops or throwing on a disguise/ See myself in heaven i let my fate play uout/ If I don't get there today the next day might count/ Sort of like the countdown to my dismise/ When the hand struct the nine bullets spraying through blinds/ Caught one in the chest thought I died that day, than i open my eyes nurse all in my face/ Said i was lucky to survive that shot if medics wan't their earlier you probably die ono the spot/ But what's the use of that I can't even use my arm, You got the other one, it's not the same with one arm/ How soon you think that i'll be back on my feet I hope soon as possible,why, Foes to defeat