I been living in the city of dreams
So it seems it to me
That everything
I believe
Is possibility
So it could be
It’s all on me
Now,
No one to hold me
Down
I ain’t ever going be found
On the ground
I’m comin in first
The other’s in hearse
Procession roll
Slow
Let you’re mamma know
That you back in town
Laid out flat
Dressed In ya best slacks
To bad its at your own funerals
But then
I warned you once
That was too much
More than enough
For you to back off
But you kept steppin’ close
Forget I sleep One eye op’?
Finger on the trigger
More than happy to catch ya, *****
Sneakin’ up,
That’s when I go pop
And make you go Hop
Like a Little rabbot
Run for the bushes
Take cover
Cause I’m never gonna stop huntin’ ya
Never forgive never forget cha
Words I live to die by
And You’re on my mind
And IN my line a’ sight
So Take time
To make peace
Gonna meet face to face
With your savin’ grace
Ain’t no escape
For anything but the shell case
That flies away
When the bullet’s rip-en
Through your chest cavit-ay
On it’s way to create this travesty
That makes us say
He was so young
Such a bright star
With all the universe
Laid out before him
Ignore thre fact
That He was abhorrent
And no one mourns him