Glory be damned (black panties remix) Speeding down the 405 My sun stained knuckles gripped The steering wheel spinning Lucifer’s eyes smiling In the rear view mirror Wanted dead or alive The helicopters out racing The diving Angels Who will reach me first? Save my soul From the Judges Toll Weaving in and out Of the driving metal The Uzi warm on my lap My foot heavy on the accelerator I remember my daughter’s laugh Lord protect my innocent child The criminals cheer From the over pass above Black panties rain down Onto my inflamed hot hood The law abiding citizens Applaud safe from Their warm couches Cold drinks in hand News Channel five Zooms in for a close up Cecil b Demille I am Ready to kill No one wants A man like I to Walk out this alive The road block waiting ahead The tire spikes on the road I put on the turn signal Slowing down the speed This is how it all ends Better than it began The boy destroyed inside The broken man, Many years before this Final night of plight I breathe in As the engine Gives her final roar I refuse to remember Love Opening the car door Guilty hand in glove The helicopters spot light The L.A.P.D had me Locked in dead sights I feel them hard Palpating for my blood Stroking their night sticks Their guns quivering Ready to explode Load after load Into my waiting body I flip off the safety I stare them down My finger rubs the trigger I lick my lips Stand & die defiant Outnumbered 50 to one This night is finally done Our great moment In our sweating hands The glory of destruction I wait for the whites Of their beady little eyes They wait to see The color of my skin Whether to kill Or Just take in We know what they do To boyz from Ingelwood It is all over now, Mr. Presswood The bullets screech Around my ringing ears Crying out my name The wind free in my hair Separating my body From its wounded shadow I remember my daughter’s tears A victim of her mother’s fears Lord please give my women Some divine love To replace all I stole in vain The burning holes In my pooling chest Infinite as the stars I was born cursed under My heart failed the test I stand & spray The smoking shells In concert with the pavement Rat a tat tat ding ding ding Our violent symphony sings Till my knees Give up the fight My gun prays to take The devils with me Back to our screaming hells Leaving our mothers Weeping for the men Who treat the Law Holier than a Sin The last thing My fading blue eyes witness The silver Good Year blimp Flying high above my Splattered head It read “Have a good day L.A. Today is your Day!” ( dedicated to Clint Eastwood, Rodney King, Carla Gugino, Steve (the gute) Guttenberg, C.P Cavay, Ice T, and the fine dedicated men & women of the L.A.P.D) Glory be damned (black panties remix) Speeding down the 405 My sun stained knuckles gripped The steering wheel spinning Lucifer’s eyes smiling In the rear view mirror Wanted dead or alive The helicopters out racing The diving Angels Who will reach me first? Save my soul From the Judges Toll Weaving in and out Of the driving metal The Uzi warm on my lap My foot heavy on the accelerator I remember my daughter’s laugh Lord protect my innocent child The criminals cheer From the over pass above Black panties rain down Onto my inflamed hot hood The law abiding citizens Applaud safe from Their warm couches Cold drinks in hand News Channel five Zooms in for a close up Cecil b Demille I am Ready to kill No one wants A man like I to Walk out this alive The road block waiting ahead The tire spikes on the road I put on the turn signal Slowing down the speed This is how it all ends Better than it began The boy destroyed inside The broken man, Many years before this Final night of plight I breathe in As the engine Gives her final roar I refuse to remember Love Opening the car door Guilty hand in glove The helicopters spot light The L.A.P.D had me Locked in dead sights I feel them hard Palpating for my blood Stroking their night sticks Their guns quivering Ready to explode Load after load Into my waiting body I flip off the safety I stare them down My finger rubs the trigger I lick my lips Stand & die defiant Outnumbered 50 to one This night is finally done Our great moment In our sweating hands The glory of destruction I wait for the whites Of their beady little eyes They wait to see The color of my skin Whether to kill Or Just take in We know what they do To boyz from Ingelwood It is all over now, Mr. Presswood The bullets screech Around my ringing ears Crying out my name The wind free in my hair Separating my body From its wounded shadow I remember my daughter’s tears A victim of her mother’s fears Lord please give my women Some divine love To replace all I stole in vain The burning holes In my pooling chest Infinite as the stars I was born cursed under My heart failed the test I stand & spray The smoking shells In concert with the pavement Rat a tat tat ding ding ding Our violent symphony sings Till my knees Give up the fight My gun prays to take The devils with me Back to our screaming hells Leaving our mothers Weeping for the men Who treat the Law Holier than a Sin The last thing My fading blue eyes witness The silver Good Year blimp Flying high above my Splattered head It read “Have a good day L.A. Today is your Day!” ( dedicated to Clint Eastwood, Rodney King, Carla Gugino, Steve (the gute) Guttenberg, C.P Cavay, Ice T, and the fine dedicated men & women of the L.A.P.D)
Posted on: Tue, 09 Sep 2014 19:31:48 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015