my vision is mask by poor eyesight a slight over sight thats not right holdup don't take flight listen to me i move like the night smoke dro laid back red eyes seem to attack my vision the truth you lie to me you lie to you believe in the false words that seem to follow you put down your words of weapons see your whole life starts to dampen soaked in all the greed money power it all ends in the 9th hour all those peeps your words grow sour no power not even a blooming red flower it got devoured by a pussy ass coward who hid in the shadows of the day piped up but got snuffed out by one motha fuka who thought it was right but there was a slight oversight when he saw he had no gun he was done bleeding out started to shout I never was a brave man a brave soul no-one to comfort me when the dead eyed reaper starts to get deeper into ya soul snatched you up as it. steals yo life and takes away that glow one on one you start to stroll down a path of memorys you can't explain is it fame nah it's the low down dirty shame life ends when the game descends and leaves your baby crying tonight