its 2am, throat thirsty. something weighin on me heavy, thats when my soul started itchin. woke one eye up, saw the door nob shifted. thats when i - stood up straight, check my heat and proceeded to the light. i heard a click clack, from the other room. i had to be swift, danny Ocean in progress. and i ain't about to be a victim, even it means i be convicted. im just going to add to the system, but there ain't no aunt Gladys son - getting robbed. i put my momma name on it, swear i be dammed - if they take a single dime from me. i had to strategize - compromise, there ain't nobody want a bloody cloak - in their house. so i jumped for the phone, about to dial 911 but i ain't a snitch. so i hit my nigga up, i heard his phone ring up the other room. now confused i thighten my grip, and dashed out of the door - and all i heard was surprise it was my birthday. damn!