Here am I lost in this crowd, everyone steering their own way through, and am wondering which way to go to, got to think fast, no change through. Lots of options to choose through. I could be a gangster, mad mobster, I'll fear none, cos they'll fear me, who'll dare me, they'll hide hell when they hear me. cops here trying get all me, pop GATS when the get near me. but how long will it last. before my smoking, stealing, killing crushes onà my ceiling, dealing with my trending sins, karma never leaves the scene, it'll quit me before I get to quit. Or I could be a good boy, get good grades, find good days by my old desk, free from vices call it crises. stealing, cheating behind my back. it all calmness and peace, no madness just peace. but am bored man, got guts man. who likes film tracks with actions, who likes cities with no mansions, like like long notes with no caption.