Da Shooter

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.