Im automaticly feelin that static, im locked up in the atic, theres lots of traffic, is it magic? Cant hear a thing, cant sense a ring, cant see or vision a bling that could shine and crack the light down into pieces, and make it shine like jesus, the dude who used to walk on water, who was son or daughter of mary, that virgin lady whos smile looked like an orchard berry, this shít is scary, I hope the things im hearin aint bloody mary...im tied up...im Füçked up...im sucked up...finally I see those 2 bums, in each hand theres a machades hand gun, thats it, I really thought my life was gonna bend, I really füçkin thought that my life was gonna end, I look up, and see a jar full of hearts and souls, gäy mens bals, and its just me waitin there to show them who the fü¢k I am, whos the real man, who could rock this band, so finally one of the bums point a gun at my head, I feel dead already, they ask me if im gonna give them the money, and I just sit there and stare with no reply, tryna look fly, just wanna die, I just sigh and glance, just waiting for god to give me another chance...