i'm going crazy
losin my mind
i'm contemplatin murder
even drawin the chalk out line
grippin this gat
all about pullin
this trigga
and killin this kat
sense are dull
numb to the situation
i'm young, dumb
and full of frustration
he's crying
sayin sorry
druel spittin from his mouth
shakin and chatters
pissin so much
its likes he's got two bladders
i'm holding the weapon tight
hopin i control the urge
but i twitch to much
and the feel a sudden surge
not looking back i run
trippin over trash on the street
kickin some bum
i get to the house
and sneak in a window
just another night life
being ten yo