I’m getting lost on this trail of my thoughts now I’m surrounded
Repressed how the shooter was dressed and how he sounded
Detectives saying recall’s selective, I’m not clouded
But it’s all boiled down to he’s dead and I’ve allowed it
The gun shots rang out, his whole chest caved in
Body hit the ground, the older folk began their praying
Shooters car peeling as soon as he finished spraying
My mind’s still saying there’s ways that I could have saved him
But
The concrete seemed to stick to my feet
I kept screaming, “You’re not dead, wake up, you’re just asleep!”
A horror scene homie always sees in his dreams
When nightmares control so much more than they seem
To
Checked the vitals, no trace of a pulse
Lost his life to some men who just shoot, **** and bolt
Men who rep to the death their colors, strapped with heat
But all colors bleed red when you’re lying dead in the street
So
I’m selling out my soul, my demons unleashed
Closing all my doors, punctuating the length of my reach
Giving up on school, teacher says she doesn’t speak slang
I retreat into my native land and run with the gang
I guess I wigged out, probably cause the pain was too much
Always kept in heart my homie, how his death was unjust
We used to smoke blunts, get down with the OPP
Now I’m busting shots, ducking from the C-O-P’s
After years of wilding out a gangsta starts to get ruthless
I could **** a man or worse, leave him tortured and toothless
Disrespect or debt mean death when you mess with my set
We’re coming quicker than a jet if the deadline aint met
I’m setting sights on stacks, a crazy train that ran off the tracks
I got a loco motive, loco mind, you boys best wear flaks
And my fury’s aimed at any lame that slows up my gain
Selling pure ******* it’s all about the cream up for claim
Controlling corners, got the junkies begging on knees
I got soldiers and I like your car so give me the keys
You got a bounty if you leave without paying your cheese
I got a Browning just in case police bust in yelling “FREEZE!”
Now I’m posted down the street a youngin holding his heat
Smoking joints of **** waiting for the hit, breathing deep
His name is Johnny, at 5 on 10th walk el y amigo
But he owes me mons so homie’s got problemas conmigo
We tailed him two blocks, parked cause we’re starting suspicion
And police patrol this highway, sirens slow up your mission
Some stupid homies think they’re Tonys, I just sit back and listen
You gotta stand up with your heat if you gon’ come in this kitchen
But play my money, nothing funny, dummy thinks that he’s safe
Just cause he’s got himself a heat, and he’s been selling it straight
Who fronted you that coca kid? Who got you all that profit?
You got moved to the first class and thought you flew cockpit
I told you watch it, cheat me once won’t live to regret it
Cheated twice, so **** your second chance you’ve run out your credit
So yeah that’s me rolling up slow and smooth on you and your boy
I’ve got an *** automatic, fates been sealed, get destroyed
Lean out the window, load the clip, bandana as camo
Slow my roll, collect this soul, your time hits null with this ammo
R.I.P.
I’ve gotten lost on this trail of my thoughts now they’ve surrounded
I’m dressed as the shooter, the blessed stay far from round it
Detective’s saying my main objective was not found yet
But the killer crashed his car after killing and that’s what counted
My gun shots rang out, his whole chest caved in
Body hit the ground, I told you folk I wasn’t playing
I peeled off quickly as soon as I’d done the slaying
And now I’m rigid laying, a pool of my blood to bathe in
But
I couldn’t quit, I saw myself in this kid
Screaming, kneeling, not truly grasping what the killer just did
Eyes staring back, body avoiding doing a bid
Going too fast, a turn caused my Scion to skid
So
They’ve checked my vitals, no trace of a pulse
Led my life as a parasite, just basked in my faults
I guess I repped to the death my colors, but can’t you see?
My colors bled red, I join the dead in the street
Aug 30, 2011
Aug 30, 2011 at 11:58 AM UTC
I’m getting lost on this trail of my thoughts now I’m surrounded
Repressed how the shooter was dressed and how he sounded
Detectives saying recall’s selective, I’m not clouded
But it’s all boiled down to he’s dead and I’ve allowed it
The gun shots rang out, his whole chest caved in
Body hit the ground, the older folk began their praying
Shooters car peeling as soon as he finished spraying
My mind’s still saying there’s ways that I could have saved him
But
The concrete seemed to stick to my feet
I kept screaming, “You’re not dead, wake up, you’re just asleep!”
A horror scene homie always sees in his dreams
When nightmares control so much more than they seem
To
Checked the vitals, no trace of a pulse
Lost his life to some men who just shoot, **** and bolt
Men who rep to the death their colors, strapped with heat
But all colors bleed red when you’re lying dead in the street
So
I’m selling out my soul, my demons unleashed
Closing all my doors, punctuating the length of my reach
Giving up on school, teacher says she doesn’t speak slang
I retreat into my native land and run with the gang
I guess I wigged out, probably cause the pain was too much
Always kept in heart my homie, how his death was unjust
We used to smoke blunts, get down with the OPP
Now I’m busting shots, ducking from the C-O-P’s
After years of wilding out a gangsta starts to get ruthless
I could **** a man or worse, leave him tortured and toothless
Disrespect or debt mean death when you mess with my set
We’re coming quicker than a jet if the deadline aint met
I’m setting sights on stacks, a crazy train that ran off the tracks
I got a loco motive, loco mind, you boys best wear flaks
And my fury’s aimed at any lame that slows up my gain
Selling pure ******* it’s all about the cream up for claim
Controlling corners, got the junkies begging on knees
I got soldiers and I like your car so give me the keys
You got a bounty if you leave without paying your cheese
I got a Browning just in case police bust in yelling “FREEZE!”
Now I’m posted down the street a youngin holding his heat
Smoking joints of **** waiting for the hit, breathing deep
His name is Johnny, at 5 on 10th walk el y amigo
But he owes me mons so homie’s got problemas conmigo
We tailed him two blocks, parked cause we’re starting suspicion
And police patrol this highway, sirens slow up your mission
Some stupid homies think they’re Tonys, I just sit back and listen
You gotta stand up with your heat if you gon’ come in this kitchen
But play my money, nothing funny, dummy thinks that he’s safe
Just cause he’s got himself a heat, and he’s been selling it straight
Who fronted you that coca kid? Who got you all that profit?
You got moved to the first class and thought you flew cockpit
I told you watch it, cheat me once won’t live to regret it
Cheated twice, so **** your second chance you’ve run out your credit
So yeah that’s me rolling up slow and smooth on you and your boy
I’ve got an *** automatic, fates been sealed, get destroyed
Lean out the window, load the clip, bandana as camo
Slow my roll, collect this soul, your time hits null with this ammo
R.I.P.
I’ve gotten lost on this trail of my thoughts now they’ve surrounded
I’m dressed as the shooter, the blessed stay far from round it
Detective’s saying my main objective was not found yet
But the killer crashed his car after killing and that’s what counted
My gun shots rang out, his whole chest caved in
Body hit the ground, I told you folk I wasn’t playing
I peeled off quickly as soon as I’d done the slaying
And now I’m rigid laying, a pool of my blood to bathe in
But
I couldn’t quit, I saw myself in this kid
Screaming, kneeling, not truly grasping what the killer just did
Eyes staring back, body avoiding doing a bid
Going too fast, a turn caused my Scion to skid
So
They’ve checked my vitals, no trace of a pulse
Led my life as a parasite, just basked in my faults
I guess I repped to the death my colors, but can’t you see?
My colors bled red, I join the dead in the street
Revised and full version of "Horrify, not Glorify"