The End

Got this gun in hand
I hope you understand
I never land
And that's why I got plans
To take this past the sand
Know where I stand
I'm somethin' fuckin' useless
Couldn't make a stand
And that's why hands
Were holdin' down my lover
Made her fruitless
Broke my wedding band
Killin' those mother fuckers
Begged for mothers
While I beat them damned
Understand
These men forced me to watch their crotch
Enter her notch
Until they splotched
And then they'd swap and she'd scream no
My ears they popped
She took the blow
Had to watch her die so slow
They let me go to flex
Broke some fuckin' necks and tortured them
They were my projects
All in the name of justice
Swear to god I felt like Malcolm X
I burnt these mother fuckers
Took my torture up to the apex
Cut them off from sex
Never came back to pay my respects
Now I sit here looking back
Murder didn't bring my sweetheart back
All I do I just attack
Letting these lives around me crack
Depression fills my life with plaque
Won't cut me slack
Can't give a flack
I never lack many shades of black
But I'll never crack
Hey death is back
Now the moments start and I'm on my own
Now the moments start and I'm on my own