No red beam just a scope
Focused in on ya head
1long bullet btween ya nose and 4head
Catch you from a far
Hidden past the cars
On top of the roof tops
3 escape routes
Can't get caught
1 shot is all that's needed
When the heats on I leave it
No trace or prints
To trails to my face
Sit in front ya eyes
Plotting out ya life
Picking out the right time
No need for many faces
1 may catch me and make a statement
Don't want no screams just quiet
Ya body left lifeless
No hospitals,
Just barriels,
Some goodbyes kisses,
Teary eyes,
A; he lead a good life,
Catch a few lies,
And enemies smirking
Over ya grave saying I wish I did it
But though and though I did this
You still came back
Again and again one more time
How? Why?

I thought I assassinated ya ass...
"Poetic Rhymes"