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Homicide
- Homicide, beams bright
- clenching to yourself, fists tight
- niggas bustin' down your door at night
- past midnight, cant see shit your high as a kite
- then you see a light tellin' you to come with them
- see about ten men, you got a gun but you aint some marksmen
- you tryna hit the mark, tryna hit the spot why your house?
- then you just thought wheres yo spouse
- tryna be quiet as a mouse but yo mind racing
- minds pacing around in circles, body shaking
- body baking, overheating, now you think that your gone now your girls cheating
- but you try not to overthink and think shes sleeping
- you get a phone call to go to a meeting
- say you cant go but they already prepared a greeting
- say you cant come to do the teachings
- but they say get yo ass there, cause your reaching
- then you whisper that someone started breaching your house
- guy on the phone tell the cops, get them to a jailhouse
- you elaborate sayin' they already captured you
- nigga said across the phone what happened to yo boo?
- now you trace back to the thoughts, face stiff
- you dont wanna catch a shell case, so you just think bliss
- but you still reminisce and think of the negative thinking about the benefits of getting back home
- but you dont want a chrome to your dome so you just stay unknown
- the robbers, the monsters arrive and surprise yourself to a warehouse
- they walk you in, looks like a penthouse
- but they bring you to the back, you start to relax but theres torturing devices, what the fuck is that?
- so you book it, took your wallet and shook it, deny the lies they instigated
- and the negatives they planted and painted inside of your head
- you just tryna catch sleep to yo bed, maybe before that catch a batch of fresh cookies to head to rest
- you snatch a vest, put it on in the alley, but you start sweatin' and you say "what the fuck this aint death valley"
- so you do exactly this: you run out the back, wack the guard
- scar em, then you light your gun up and you start to spark
- turnin' they tv off, they begin' to go offline
- you tryna just run away, tryna get them off your no no line
- but they tryna step across the line, but they know its a mountain they dont wanna climb
- over time, you escape em, you say great, 4 am tryna get home to your bitch and its late
- you get through the front door and ignore everything else and go to bed, sleeping away.
- dont wanna think about anybody creepin' in..
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