Filled mags
Bullets drop
Lord ain't show for drama show
Bullets drop
Wicked eyes
I got size
We movin slow
Darkness comes
I got my Foresight on

You gotta soul
For a demon w none
Readin the psalm
For a nun with a gun
Locked down
Run Run Run
I like it dark
Night
The moon gon shine bright
My eyes
Can see you perfectly
Insufferable this state of mind
I don't exist
You cannot see me

Dark nights
In a cell
Rats gon eat away my skin