Death to a killer

DEATH TO A KILLER

Lying here in a pool of my own blood
as physical faculties fade, my memories start to flood
remebering the good ole days when I was vicious and cruel
to become my enemy, you were thought of as a fool
I was a general in my own army of willing killers
some were just runners, others straight drug dealers
pity the fool who crossed wrongly over my path
I felt no remorse for whomever felt my wrath
If it was your unlucky day for me to think of you with anger
you should have known that your life was now in danger
I cared for noone, because growing up noone cared for me
fore it was my bitterness for humanity that set my soul free
no conscience to bother me with the things I have done
no parental guidance even though I was someones son
I had everything on lockdown from the westside to the east
I needed to devour everyone in my wake, therefore I was labeled a beast
the monster who brought death to all the people who ever knocked
because noone in this world could ever shut down my block
from crack-heads to dope-fiends, from weed to selling horse
I was the captain of my vessel as I plotted out my course
I will take you on a magical high that no plane could ever reach
I would show you knowledge that no professor could ever teach
I would show you miracles better than when Jesus turned water into wine
I could give you a high that would send electricity up your spine
but alas dear fragile creatures of circumstance, of me you have to fear not
because the beast that was in me fled the moment I was shot
now as my time draws near and there is no pounding in my chest
my last thoughts seem trivial, why didn't I wear my vest...

TwistaFate
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
5:04:10 AM