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..