Complex thoughts hunts my dreams
Lurks my nightmares, MURDER on every scene.
Blood envestigation, news on every station
Cryin out for help, messin up my concentration.
Memories in my MIND, last night about 9,
9 shots
9 pops
6 drop
i STOP, to realize that my pain was
becoming theirs.Smells of dead bodies lurkin the
air, transform from my body metaphysically, i
wasn't there, comming back to reality, gun in my hand
i was scared, guilty conscious
taking over my fears, cops want to know if
i was there, i said naw and walked out,
pause, and watched jaws drop

Knowin that the truth was just waitin to scratch my back
love is what i lack, so i
stayed on the attack
with wepons of mass corruption " Combat "
in a car " compact "
in to a place to where cops can't trace,
creepin up on me where the reaper can sweep at
like he know where im goin to put these rats
sewer--like cats,
mildew smell like death, cut veins means no health
no trace means no help, no limit means no chest
no air means no breath, no family means no rest
so i gave them their own funeral for years until their bodies are found
means ashes to ashes dust to dust
just like a carrie movie i finally looked up
to blood everywhere, cleaning up was a must
Damn my thoughts forced my body in to some crazy shit
until i can control both of them
GOD please forgive and forget.