You piss me off, i know my shit and I scream assassination
Now my prescriptions feelin fair, i keep my medication

See i'm a addict takin' drugs, that give me quite a thrill
Diana ross and lady's sing the blues got me poppin' pills

I'm going through a thang, my mind's about to crack
Somebody took my sack, and i gots to take it back

My heart is in the ghetto cause the ghetto's steady pacing me
Last night i slit my wrists cause jason was steady chasing me

What's on my mind is victims in them baskets
Taking place in some other motherfucker's caskets

A lot is on my mind and there's a lotta pressure pressing me
America and its system, i just figure that they're testing me

It's time to see a murder, and my glock is the object
I'm labeled as a killer, i cause more grief than the projects

Nothing worth living for but my family and the money
I pack a .44, so save the fur for the easter bunny…(lol)

I turn around and start poppin--- what's up homey?
Just like the geto boyz my mind is playin tricks on me…

My memories get haunted by events in my past
Had an outlet to be free from dirty visions at last

Living just like a criminal, but my mind still carries me
I'm seeing the bloody images of tha tools that bury me

And You'll never find my fingerprints, so watch me get-a-way
Murder victom found, killer though, free to strike another day…

i went through and rewrote and added some bars...let me know wat u think and wat i need to change cause i am gonna record this as a demo...i...holla

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