The Job

How did I get so cold?

My mamma didn't raise me to be this way,

But I turned out pretty fucked up anyway

No, I'm not okay!

She would have been so disappointed

But it isn't like any of this could have been avoided

 

At the beginning, it started out just like any other day,

We planned our route and our getaway and left no room for mistakes

We could stay in the hood and be broke for good,

Or we could go and get that money like we knew we probably should

We had even bought our steel from places never seen before,

Some online shit, we thought for real we'd get the score

So hardcore, stocks, sights and bi-pod attachments,

And with all of this, of course, the practice

 

We agreed on a plan, we would attack at noon

The shifts would be turning, most likely a boon

We would find out soon though, no more jokes

Because we knew we were all done living broke

Always broke and the gunshots, laying awake, eyes open

Being frozen in the same position for hours, imagining flowers

Observing the sun spots as they dance around me

We packed into my boy's black Lexus, his precious possession,

Our protection for now, until we get to the drop,

I'm packed reckless and ready for war, frozen to the core,

I will make gore from these whores and then pour gasoline

On they corpses

 

How did I get so cold?

My mamma didn't raise me to be this way,

But I turned out pretty fucked up anyway

No, I'm not okay!

She would have been so disappointed

But it isn't like any of this could have been avoided

 

Comparable to nothing, the suffering goes deep

I don't even think I can feel it anymore, I used to before

But now I'm desperate to feel anything and even pain will do the trick

You think I'm sick? This is all pretty basic. I mean, I smoke a lot of chronic,

I was already demonic, was I born from flames?

I was always blamed for your fucked up life, nobody wanted to make you

A wife, that wasn't my fault. You're basically insane. Accept it.

I'm glad we live separate lives and I can be a piece of shit and

Acknowledge it but you live in denial. Repeating the cycle.

How the fuck are you not suicidal? You're nobodies idol.

In fact, I'm feeling pretty homicidal. Let me put down this bible and get

Everybody ready for my arrival.

Passing by the 7-Eleven, I see at least 7 fiends,

Passed out on the sidewalk, they got their hands full already,

We keep goin' steady. I ain't that petty and ammunition costs money.

Do you see my mentality? It's a tragedy, to see the sanity just slip away

And the reality settles in and you understand everything is designed

To make you feel inclined to do nothing with your life. Look forward

To the afterlife, until then, just get high and die on the sidewalk

Cover our faces as we get close, identities unknown, we basically

Ghosts with high hopes with no job's and a couple a scopes

Head full of quotes to keep us focused on the job at hand,

You'll understand when your brains start to soak up in the sand

Jump out the ride, step aside, got 2 behind, I'm hyped

No need to remind me how big this all is, or our chances

My thermal scope warmed up, I take a quick gander,

Take a shot at the pastor then burst out in laughter, sent him to his Master

Preach holiness all day and buy crack rock at night, what a sight,

I might not be right to feel this spite towards him but fuck it, I'm a poet

Everybody's out we 'bout to light this house up, so naturally,

I'm gonna let this develop until it envelops me

 

How did I get so cold?

My mamma didn't raise me to be this way,

But I turned out pretty fucked up anyway

No, I'm not okay!

She would have been so disappointed

But it isn't like any of this could have been avoided

 

Kick open the door that shit was easy, breezy, hate to be greedy

But these thugs were bleeding before my boys even get through the door

10 clips through, I see the end, I taste the blood, I need some more

This shit hardcore, loudly I roar for more as I fill the floor with blood

Tunnel vision takes hold, and my peripherals fail to see

Some dumb pussy coming out from room #3, whom I assume

Was probably gunning for me

He must have shot me because I fell to the floor, my vision a blur,

And a pain like a gunshot I remember in my femur

I turned to see who I was shot by with a grimace

I never expected forgiveness, but then I seen down the barrel of his gun

Right before he pulled the trigger

 

How did I get so cold?

My mamma didn't raise me to be this way,

But I turned out pretty fucked up anyway

No, I'm not okay!

She would have been so disappointed

But it isn't like any of this could have been avoided