Album: Memoirs Of A Murderer (2014)

Murder Murder Murder

Father what's the issue with your children
They're acting like they're convinced that I won't fucking kill them
They act like I'm like them and I'm not one in a billion
I am the devil's son I have no fucking feelings
Your skin tightens up at the sight of a killing
My conscience has given up saying how I should be living
And I know I need to change and I'm ready god willing
But I gave more than I took I only took the cards they were dealing
Would you kill
You say you can you say you will
Are you real
Are you ready for that cage of cold steel
My soul is scattered across the streets of my city it's in pieces
It's fed upon by roaches and the rats and the leeches
I've participated in murder its left me sleepless
So I put my hands together I kneel and I pray to Jesus
You should pray too
Pray that this jams up cause I've done this before I don't clam up
Get on the floor put your motherfucking hands up
God make room I'm about to send a man up
Would you kill
You say you can you say you will
Are you real
Are you ready for that cage of cold steel
Are you tough
That ain't enough
You gotta rust every place that I touch
Would you kill
You say you can you say you will
I've been under the knife been in front of the gun I have no fear
We don't turn and run where I'm from we shoot our way out of here
And I've been to hell and back confined
And I grit my teeth and do my time
And I watch this world just pass me by
And I just sit and wonder why
Everything that I touch dies
Place pennies in both of my eyes
This place is eating me alive