You know I'm a crackpot, so I'm trying to emerge a germicide,
To put a guilty poise to this world, even on my family and I,
I've been equip since I saw my grandmothers eyes when she died,
Shedding those tears was like a motherfuckin' exercise,
Extortion, things didn't go the way I was hopin,
Now I'm looked in this cell, emptied with the "crackpot" notice,
Sudden disappearance, enter this region and you'll be welcomed to a bloodshed,
"Live by a gun, die by a gun" is what my father once said,
Death is my only escape, that's my only mindstate,
This bloodshed I'm trapped in is causin eyestrain,
And when I die, god is going to be disposing my name,
I'm in a blurry mindstate, thoughtless, and mafuckin migraines,
There's no good in me livin, all I do is bring up da crime-rates,
Fuck this, I'm going to pull the trigger,
What's the meaning to life, when stress only gets bigger,
No relieve helps me rethink her, she's the only joy I have next to drowning in the river,
I call her my .45, she's there for relieve,
I call her name in my sleep,
She's the type of bitch that keeps me fabricated when I pass through the streets,
Full armory, I hold it everytime I ride,
And any-time I have street-fright, she's the gun that keeps me alive,