My clip's empty 4 dead on the floor
I'm reloading screaming who wants sum more
Stealing the drugs n cash blood sprayed on my face
My homies outside ready to torch the place
Running with the wind I got nutting to lose
Just another forgotten tomorrow the life I choose
Catch me later we'll settle the score
Blow what we got then go get sum more
Crucify my enemies watch the fires burn high
Make a mistake n cross my path then u die
Aint no gangsta thug aint no mafia man
Just a crazy hillbilly with a brand new plan
Its not that Im incomplete Im un concerned
Don't give a damn no lesson to learn
I work for the reaper man got no body count
But if I stacked them up Rushmore would be mount
Don't need no drink no drug, don't need no sympathy
Not asking for much just whats due to me
Reaching with both hands taking what's mine
Dont give a fuck bout Heaven or Hell, whatever is fine
5-27-06 JAY ROGERS
