I had my pride, had a head full of doubts and my 9.

Said, I'm so tired of being held down because of this pigment of mine.


So I rolled into the Corner store and pulled out my blade, Sri Lanka's tears will pay for the reckless sins that he has made.


Sweaty palms. Beating hearts, a lifetime of choices I have made, Never said that I was righteous, never said that I was saved. My only way to kill contrition is to make sure I'm getting paid. Gonna pull the trigger of this gun, and hear his children say.




*Now he's gone... now he's gone*




Baby don't worry,


I'll be back dear,


Back where I remember,

Gotta do my time.





Momma don't worry,

I ain't got fear,


I'm only bleeding,


I'll be fine




You never will be hard as me