The Lives Of Two Snitches [2verser]

The Lives Of Two Snitches [2verser]

Verse1

Tip the feds whose place to investigate, decreasing the crime rate
To avoid to catching up with my fate, I keep my mouth duck taped
Now I’m paranoid like out burned narcs, building on war arks
Fortified bulwarks, that would scare away the street monarchs
I’m living in the dark, terrified, on the edge of destruction like an infarct
I shouldn’t mess with the sharks; they smash u up as a trademark
With blood stained teeth I still put up that grin, snitching for the win
Chances of survival is slim, visions of the paramedics arrival is dim
Rivals took one of my limbs, looks sick like fairytales by Grimms
The final; a grenade without a pin, bombardment Berlin within’
Not as down to earth as I just to be, man I’m seriously ill
Modern time zombie, wandering in the projects without freewill
Broke lose and began an other feud, it’s about respect and gratitude
Still delivering that slick attitude when sneaking down the avenue
Picture my soon to come death in my head, getting pumped with led
Decapitate, separate arms and legs, a dropkick with the head
Too much hate, snitch funeral in a crate, diabolic, I’m dead
Just like the prophet said, get dreaded or form a line and get shed

Chorus

Always ending up in a ditch when thrown out of casinos
With my police protecting, I’ll never visit chino
Dreams of changing my demise by force like Pacino
And shedding more blood then in flicks by Tarantino

Verse2

Possesses heroic flaws, I’m an antihero, snitching since year zero
Always seen as a weirdo like Nero, who also had a Fear of
Being betrayed like the Muslims was during the first crusade
Weak minded, Rambo flicks to gain strength to move the blade
Acting shady like thugs during raids, surprised my foes, as I showed up
Just to get beat up, bruised and drowned in my own throw-ups
Mob scarecrow, dragged me out and cocked back for a shot in the snow
Moment of truth and bowed in silent prayer, waiting for the deathblow
I was in heaven, but throwed of the plateau and sent back, plain solo
Hopes sent by the divine, never been such anger since Columbine
Just wanted be one of a kind, evolved to a psycho’s state of mind
Red like a bloods bandana, shot in the back, halfway to my firearms
That surprised look of Tony Montana, more shots coming in swarms
On the floor, crawling thru the gore, reaching out for the door
Wasn’t no cure, thugs delivered it hardcore, dropped offshore
Wanted to go out with a roar, be on the team that made the scores
Spirit departed, from a different perspective like eyes of a condor
Torned and never mourned, don’t ignore this any more, this aint a lore

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