This is a song about "Analysis prolapse"

Real gangstas move in silence

I can taste the salt from my tears

Will he handle the trip, or will he slip so sadly

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

It was such a sudden rush, an amazing release.

I already have my pencil out for the test ready to pass

Damn near look like a god damn dump truck on the back of your ass

Had to escape the life

Always move forward never strife

That's why i keep my pistol when i walk the streets

Step in, release, rep 'em like a weapon on beats,

I'm evolving in these particular skills, others devolve yet have a similar will.

The unpredictable criminal have you leaking out your occipital