52 Fatal Strikes

Two in the front Two in the back I'm getting jacked They say they seen a gat I've done nothing I just exist But you win I know you wanna kill me Put to death Just like that Justified That's what you're thinking All this violence Trapped inside your twisted mind Grinning, laughing As you try to whip my kind out Your vision of failure and envy from your kind But I'm not blind I see through your sick mind Sick mind