Recipients Of Death

Seizure

Recipients Of Death


Here I lie
Feeling like my lifes come to an end
Nothing to live for
Six bullets lodged deep inside my head
Slightly conscious
Tubes and needles penetrade my flesh
Watching the surgeons
Sweat with hope giving their best

Gunned down ugly
Burning lead defeating my retreat
No escape for me
My rivals leave me lying in the street
Thought I would be save
Pack a piece and hold my head up high
Never thinking that there was a real chance that I would die

I've learned my lesson
Too bad it is now too fuckin' late
Extreme depression

My afterlife is only one to hate
Regretting my past life
Wishing I could start over again
No chance homeboy
Your time has come
And you are pronounced dead

Gunned down ugly
Burning lead defeating my retreat
No escape for me
My rivals leave me lying in the street
Thought I would be save
Pack a piece and hold my head up high
Never thinking that there was a real chance that I would die

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