Walking down Melrose had shots up in the air
Swiss cheese lookin ass no chance to stop and stare
Ambulance came time stopped pronounced him dead
Cloudiness foggy amnesia all in his head
Went home and stuffed the AK all up under his bed
Police are like ellipticals don't stop he better tread
Better man a ritual just to raise some bread
Cause all his homies doin it why? cause Simon says
But he don't know about it
Amnesia in his head so his thoughts they were surely shrouded
Did his work went to school this life he surely doubted
Until he joined them gangs that were oh so heavy crowded
Wanted to be the in-crowd actions made were surely shouted
Until his soul was up in peril
Water filled his lungs his conscious was up to neck full
Panicking couldn't breathe his lungs and chest were so cold
I heard the devils in you that's something that truth be told
Went to school next day acted like nothing had happened
Androids and burner phones it was something they tapped in
Had a hit list with money signs he imagined
He thought cold robbin peoples pockets like baskin
He laughed with his homies rolling down off Crenshaw
But he knew that something was off twitching from his left arm
Cars from left and right intercepted them were cop cars
Him and his homies were arrested locked up behind them bars
He took a nap and woke up saw his toilet from afar
Police had questions for him thats when his life was put on pause
Had a simple ultimatum life on lock or hit the guard
So he knocked him out and left the guard there seeing stars
He was running down the street chasin after the wealth
Thinking about the money regardless of how he had felt
Then he looked back at his actions and how he had dealt
He grabbed the gun from his pockets he went and killed himself