Lyrics:
it's a whole new setting!
Life moves so fast
Don't caught in the past
Take time for a laugh
Make your mark on the map
Can't win a marathon by only
Where I was born, nothing is promised
My life is filled with less hope than the prophecies of Nostradamus
Omega marks the ending of predictability,
Another shooting on the southeast side
This a drive-by, mid-day
Outside of the bus stop, by Fuller and Franklin
Or near there, not far from
They lie down and get ran through
Nobody watched 'em clockin the evil man do
Faced with the demons
Addicted to hearin victims screaming
Guess we was evil
a running dream, destination now of zero
In the battle of the now, timings not the hero
Back of my head, bitch you burned a hole
Stained black by
awaits to be bitten by greed
Temptation tempts my victim to proceed
Forward, ignorance wouldn't allow retreat
You'd rather pursue death than admit
wouldn't you know? You knew these niggas all your life
What made them mark you victim?
You fucked up somewhere down the line
Now they had to target your
Am I a Mellon munching goliwog real obedient uncle Tom
Fried chicken loving caffre coon minded Donkey Kong
Imprisoned by a false imagine playing in
Am I a Mellon munching goliwog real obedient uncle Tom
Fried chicken loving caffre coon minded Donkey Kong
Imprisoned by a false imagine playing in
Am I a Mellon munching goliwog real obedient uncle Tom
Fried chicken loving caffre coon minded Donkey Kong
Imprisoned by a false imagine playing in
Another victim to the pyre
Another victim to return to ashes
One by one the brain-dead are cast away
Still destined to suffer forevermore
Trepidation
Am I a melon munching golliwog real obedient uncle Tom
Fried chicken loving caffre coon minded donkey Kong
Imprisoned by a false image playing in
Am I a melon munching golliwog real obedient uncle Tom
Fried chicken loving caffre coon minded donkey Kong
imprisoned by a false imagine Playing in
But they stop me from strivin'
Suckas be shakin' salt
All in his gameful so find
Some fools be gettin' crossed
Victims of 40-ness
Man all that
by simple things like bills, they tryin to mark my location
At home or on vacation through my ChemicalBank card
They tryin to kill the God
pack
Told em stick em up its a hi jack
Mark em all in red like a dye pack
Kick em in the throat make em die fast
When i hit up ice he hit me right back
a mark
Your legacy so imperative
Right from the start
Living dreams
Vivid scenes
So esteem
Snapshots
With the flashes
Capture the theme
Life speaks
Even in
a symphony composed of killers and armed forces
Livin for whatever it cost's, crimb bosses
It's goin' down by the year two G
I'm goin be flyin through
eyes there's always been demand to be met
Need someone destroyed? I'm gainfully employed
No mark is too sordid no victim too close
I am death
I
Sherlock Holmes
Mr. did he? Like Sean Combs
Go ahead and play the victim
Call me crazy and insane
Act like I was the one and only
Strangling me up with your
a difference
And funny when they see a Black man that's articulate
Spitting shit, correcting the system by really fixing it
Vigilance face my fears ain't afraid
on my feet
She gettin nasty tryna touch on me
If she still here by sundown
Don't try your luck she wit me now
When shots up niggas fall victim
Renegade I
face
If you feel like a victim
Of a human vivisection
The beast has got you by the limb
For all your imperfection
If every different shade of green
the pyro created fueled by a mental disorder. Three and a half years after the murders, they gave the pyro the death penalty. The last murder was multiple
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