Death In the Nighttime

Some people are afraid of going outside, Because they messed up and they have no guide Prowling dogs, waiting, watching for a time to strike, They’re just trying to buy themselves a motorbike All the hate, where does it come from, Insecurities? Maybe we all have a false sense of security? But how will we know if the only side we see Is the media with their far-fetched hyperboles Death is right outside of my door The only way I’m avoiding it is staying in my drawer People seeking me out to get famous Sometimes I think all of this is contagious One falls and then another and another All I wanted to see was my little brother What do they get out of it except to say That was me, the one with a gun on Champs-Élysées Let’s take, for example, a rapper with a few tattoos Only trying to tell us “live the life that we choose” He became so famous he told everyone to look at him They sure did, gunned down on a whim LLJ, the rapper from Plantation Is now being ferried by Charon Death is right outside of my door The only way I’m avoiding it is staying in my drawer People seeking me out to get famous Sometimes I think all of this is contagious I know you were struggling your whole life with jealousy But I just want you to know you left a legacy