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Putting on my blue bandana,
My mind blanks out turning into a criminal,
I stare into the mirror,
Watching my eyes swap from rare to black out,
I can feel my fingertips tingle,
Urging to pull the trigger,
The sensing of my brain telling me no,
In a mannequin stance,
My eyes glued to your temple,
I'm ready,
...
To run the opposite,
My mind dreaming the after life of a mistake of a bullet wound flesh,
I see no happiness,
Just becoming more pure evil,
Satisfaction of taking lives,
And stealing from the rich,
I stop myself from the after life,
Instead I looks up to the sky,
Remembering who I loved,
And how he changed me,
But I remember again and begin to cry,
Because of who I loved,
And how he's the causation,
Of why I'm in this position,
Wearing my blue bandana,
I'm Da Shooter.
