Hitman Hit

[Ttothe2]

Im a gambling dude who loves rambling fools,
With my flattening tools to cool my staggering moods,
That Magical food provided the necessary fuel,
And that battling school perfected my dangling moves,
i stayed practicing and worked hard like a traveling mule,
They were crude but i kept up withtheir paddling troops,

But the saddening truth- I'm born to cripple and fade,
Sickening brain triggering them sick sickle Cell traits,
Thoughts are migraine made..hence the anxiety attacks,
Imprinted on the back of my skull like the "dietary facts"
So im enlightening crack to medicate my shivers,
Cuz the liquor ain't enough to sedate my livers,
mirrors meditate rivers,My reflection tastes bitter,
So i slithered in myself to raise the brain of killers,
Never praised a quitter, I was trained to take lives,
Smuggled hash and cocaine,taped and raped wives,
Baked pies but the paranoia seeped and whirled deep,
I shot my bitch just cuz my sixth sense thought of the word "cheat"
It hurts please.... I bow dow and prayed to the sky,
"lord!! Soak the pain... And ill be yours till the day that I die,
They dont know that i cry, my strength is artificially built
And my tears are more intense than the thousands i killed..
Forgive for what I've sinned., i went deep in "slaughters"
Cuz i can do nothing better and need to feed my daughter,
And my greed for laughters, i admit I'm gone addict,
All the murders and rapes made me stronger than what ya think,
But Tits swear that its the last job he will ever accept,
... And last time i'll utilise my deadly clever concepts,

Address was written in codes... Driveby was what he meant,
Rolled in a scroll and sticked right under the nearby bench,
Masks blended my identity, guns were taped real tight,
And i started my car quarter to 8 in the night,

Patiently waiting,rolled down the glass steady and slow,
Adjusted my position and i was.. Ready to blow,
I did know all the catch... Still it was strange but a truth
I couldn't sense a guy who suddenly came outta bush,
He pushed the trigger so fast tho i rolled to the left,
i fell outta the car with them six holes in my chest,
Wounds were fresh,i tried to think tho i was stressed and stuck,
I realised the contract guy was the one who set me up,
It was a badluck,My last words were a wish to the GOD,
"I wish if i could see my daughter fore my soul gets lost"


But the lord was so kind..., he did bless my soul,
I saw my girl leaving the crime scene with her weapons all fold