::VeEBaL AssAsiN::

Nocturnal third-shift, its his third-spliff when he heard-his calling/it was more-less wordless just reacting the actions of shells falling/thinking he's king, when the crown has thorns/ linking his life from the barrel to when he was born/ you hear thug stories of hustlin, of money comin in loads and of respect and power, how the gossip of your name came gold/the stories of money power, respect, well heres a different mode the story of the one who went down the wrong road the story of the one who had the heat turn em cold hardly believed that she really concieved, his mother would leave him to be raised by the streets/not knowing the father, fear influenced her dreams, while the baby was left in trash for 3 weeks/his mother couldnt come back and claim this lost child/ so she was cursed with the memories to see her sons last soft smile/ 16 years later, in his eyes, waters thicker than blood/ cuz blood wasnt there when he was sleepin in mud/ and blood wasnt there when he asked strangers who he was/ assuming the name eddy, the name he got in foster/ talking about runnin the world, cuz the people are softer/ with nothing to lose, started hangin with thugs/ but eddy was different, never heard of a hug/ he showed no emotion, only showed his strength/ cuz he didnt wanna die weak, and his life had no length/ gaining respect in the hood, started workin the streets/ it was like he had ice in his clip the was people froze from his heat/ until an unknown gave eddy the wrong gesture/ he couldnt help it, but he folded under pressure/ and I guess an old women was at the wrong time in the wrong place/ when eddy confronted the enemy face to face/ conversation before eddy sprayed the tek/ and hit the older women, and her concience left/ as if life lifted death from his thoughts/ and he ran over to the corpse his bullets caught/ she looked up as her little breath turned to none/ and said to herself, " I was shot by my son"/ it clicked in his mind when he heard his moms voice/ and dripped his first tear as his eyes became moist/ with only few bullets left, and the law on their way/ eddy got on his knees and began to pray/ "I waited to see my mother on every wakening day/ and this is how you decide to repay?"/ he never thought his last meal would be a bullet/ but with life not worth living, when it comes to the trigger......it seems as if fate pulled it gettin fast-change in the fast-lane only got his last-name in the obituary column/so before you think you have life solved, think of the problem