god, please believe me

i spend my life between the light blue lines of bruce lee

i spend my time between impressionable minds and true beef

i spend my days up

my nights up

it's too hard to sleep

look at my face

it's not the one of someone at peace

i carry guns when i don't need to

but my mind's so fucked

i see assassins coming out of the rough

i keep my doors locked

windows shut

shades down

so pound

waiting on some satans who may think of invading

when i do sleep i dream about pain and unrest

about gunfights and dum-dums exploding my chest

i see my boys that've died sitting with me again

and when i wake i realise that i've lost most of my friends

will my past come back to get me?

will them bosses that we shot come back to wreck me?

i'm paranoid

it ain't easy when your lifestyle was grimy and greasy

i'm trying to make peace with the karma and the drama

god

please believe me