The Darkside, Pt. 1 Video (MV)

A yo I once knew this cat by the name of deontre
Young and innocent he handled things in a calm way
He never had a problem never losing his cool
The only problem that he ever had was getting to school
Young hoods despise him and they was devising a plan to Rob him
They caught him and nearly paralyzed him
He couldn't seem to get around it
No matter where he did he got bruised up cuz they found him
Laughing and clowning like when they threw him down the stairwell
Trey was scared to tell so we said that he fell
And his eyes were tears animosity and that's the dark side
Then the calm appeared
For years he never told a soul he cried tears of anger
Feelings bottled inside breeds the recipe of danger
As time went on right and wrong was undistinguished
His eyes are burning with flames they couldn't be extinguished
Visions of killing there's other ways of dealing with a problem
Which was right or wrong left with one way to solve them
Murder... Thinking of ways to do the homicide...
By the tracks peel their caps back or at the Riverside
Days went on before he came up with the plan
Got to take a stand get the strap from his old man
Consequences if he didn't do it
Especially if he blew it
He would die for sure and he knew it
He had to go through with the plan
Put it into action
The cats that are asked him he felt he had to blast them
The time was 5: 30 in the morning
Dark cuz it was storming
One would die today without a warning
He strapped walked out the house
Mind ready hand on his waist line cuz the nines heavy
He traveled 2 blocks found a spot then he stopped in an Alleyway behind a cardboard box
For sure one of them cats would be taking this route
Without the shadow of a doubt he was taking him out
He heard some rumbling and seeing somebody coming
Recognize this face gave it time jumped up and started gun them
The blood-splattered as his chest piece shattered like glass
The gun was still smoking from the blast
The transformation from The Darkside back to reality
A technicality left the victim deceased as he released anger in the compact size
The bullets of a Ruger 9mm P95. the weakest guys keep their eyes disguised
When victimized it gives fourth wise to a dark side
After the shots he fled the spot knowing it was hot determined not to get caught by the cops
He made it home breathing heavy running up the staircase
Step through the door walking in with a scared face
No time to chat with his folks it's back to his room
He turned on the tube to catch the channel 8 news