"woke up this morning with blood on my hand don't know from whom nor where I been" the immortal Wize can see through the facade the poet Wize is always on the job if you sleeping now then the door suddenly opens wide Wize Dom turnt the knob pistol whoop you to a bloody pulp only death can give you hope leaving out without a trace masked up didn't see a face stepping out broke a vase wrote some stuff on the wall picked the shoes off the floor looked back and "shut the door woke up this morning had blood on my hands don't know from whom nor where I been" it had to be Wize