I dash myself back to the other side of the mountain, my lips are dry and I can`t find the invisible fountain, theres a crackhead poppin imaginary bullets to his a$$, cryin my name Jack and shoutin. A guy with a covered face entered the human race, and It looked like he was wearin a mask, but dont blame him, cause robbin an innocent person like me was a robbers task, just waitin for the question he was about to ask. I pick-pocket, and take a saw from his back pocket, I broke the law by murdering him, and rippin his jaw open, I think it was the wish I was almost day-dreamin about and always hopin. I see an assasinater with a sniper in the roof, but i`ll tell you this story later cause I ain`t gonna die anyways, i`m bullet-proof...