作词 : Krumb Snatcha
作曲 : Krumb Snatcha
BEAT BY ZTM41
(Intro: Krumb Snatcha)
Uh, '97
Premo, D&D y'all, that's right, I want to speak a little truth
'Bout what guns is really about cause me being victim of guns
Was an experience of gettin' Closer To God
(Verse 1: Krumb Snatcha)
Since the day I was young I had preminitions of an ending to come
Behind the barrel of the next man's gun
It used to be fun, when I'm the one doin' the clappin'
Now I'm facin' my death, doin' fast breath, no laughin'
How can this happen, holdin' my chest to the floor
Laid up, or spraid up dreamin' to even the score
Bright lights all I saw my life flashed before me
From a distance I heard a faint voice steady call me
I guess my time is here, surpress my fear I'm ready
Tryin' to breath steady, feelin' my legs gettin' heavy
Lord, don't let me..die this young, without leavin' a son
To carry tradition, listen my life has just begun
A nightmare flip visions of swingin' the poolstick
Defendin' my near if I turn left the pool quick
Lost control of my mind, flipped the safety of the nine
And squeezed tastin' down this judge and roused, then fell on my knees
Weak from my heart feel my chest gettin' hot, I got caught
Vivid memories of how my gun dropped, bullets in stock
Lost all thoughts of me rappin' try to catch one for I die
For self satisfaction, get up off my knees begged him don't please
Picked up the squeeze dipped behind cars bullet shelves hittin' the trees
(Hook: scratched and cut by DJ Premier)
"Gettin' closer to god in a tight situation" - Prodigy
"Let me be your angel and I be your protection" - Rakim
"I stopped breathin' damn I see demons" - Snoop