Stuck in this trap, still chasing the last climax. revenge is a must. Kill or be killed. It's hard enough to find somebody to trust, I just watched my best friends blood gush, as they rushed him to the emergency room. Though he got shot, I was the one left with a open wound. Attitude hotter june, drunk and high as the moon. The only thing that will soothe my pain, is to let shots rain until I see whoever did It brains hang from the top his skull. Evil it is, but how else am I gonna be able to look into the eyes of his kids, if I let that mothaf**@ live. Cycle of violence! Roses and violins, Buicks with black tent, gunshots, that rider music. Money the Eiffel, fear the power, death the tower, so we all lean to shoulder the weight as become victims of the government's rape. Black on black crime by design! they're calling it fate. What else do we know to do, but kill to feel safe. They all just become a number on the minority rate, and secret is who did it? No body knows, but not even the murderers are safe....