Street Rat Confessions
A.T. Throw down quick a beat
so hot it melts ya lips so ya can't speak
teach em to pray
Make em hope it'll rain
cool off the flames burstin' from my name
Every day they're talking ****
Swearin they know how to spit
Pop pop bang bang
Glocks checking off another name
Tick tock run run from the cops
Killing brothers in the heat
close their eyes they'll never speak
Heavenly message must I repeat
Close your ears pretend you don't hear
The phone ringing off the hook
While you're thinking of another brother
layin' dead in the street
Leave a message at the beep
--------- Hello, this is God
You'll now suffer suffer suffer
For etern-ity-tee-tee
Hold the Ace press the gun to your face
Wake up --- scream
Just a nightmare just a dream
His empty eyes whisper your name
You wonder why you cant escape the shame
Wish you would take his place
Drink another beer -- now forget to steer
Its time for confession
No more repression
Or must we take you to your childhood
A classic case of regression
Loveless pressing the question
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