King 810 - Anatomy 1:2 lyrics

my imagination’s not a crazy one, no i grew up in the slums where they k** anything that grows im saying i cant make these things up so we only live reality, if you daydream then you go and im tired of people saying i aint did nothing they did im talking knife fights with kids a** kids til one of us no longer lives and ive been hanging with the wrong crew again with myself and who else and a bunch of dead men who wanna see my name on a headstone finally motherf**er i can be alone tell my woman just to visit me from time to time and that i love her give my family that same line and to my brothers, give my money to my murderers they deserve to be rewarded for their hard work im hard to k**, who was with me when i was gunned down and stabbed up i bled alone and it changed me to a cold f** and friend ive been on this course for so long if you knew how painful it was for me to live you’d want me gone im numb from my head to my toes how can i feel for another soul? i cant even feel the f**ing wind blow and scars cover my body and im scary and im ugly and women only touch me to tell others that they’ve touched me and men only touch me with bullets or to slug me and i only touch myself with a knife blade that cuts me and the devil is a b**h who just keeps trying to f** me and my god is a woman who dont give a f** about me cuz no-one loves a k**er, not truly, just trust me where im from its survival of the fittest and they all haunt me welcome to the worlds most dangerous game i know you’ve heard me say it before now im inviting you to play you better be better than just good aim you’ll need senses you either have ‘em or you dont i cant explain like when you walk into a room you memorise where everything is the exits the doors the windows are there stairs are there kids? who you’ll have to take and who you’ll have trouble with running can be retreat or repositioning you decide what it is to a better vantage point get low and dig in and make every shot count cuz if the clip empties you’re finished if a man approaches you at night and you have no idea why dont wait to hear him speak, pull it out and dont shoot in the sky his eyes will widen up and aim right between those eyes when he drops, dont run stand over him and feel him die and if anyone you’re unsure about’s around, they gotta go too or his family finds out and you have people you’ve never seen coming to k** you and i dont care who you are and if you care or not you’re looking over your shoulder at every pa**ing car you could be shot and once you’ve felt that stress, life doesnt get to you not anymore, not after what we’ve been through and i no longer bother to ask father to forgive me ive been fighting all my life, there’s no fight left in me every day i wake up ready to die but when i turn the gun on myself all i see is your big eyes and ive hurt you so much i cant do it one more time so i grind my teeth together and i try to unwind but time doesnt move when you’re sitting in this spot and im trapped in this body with this soul i dont want and i think at night i cut myself, to sleep cuz i wake up, and im stuck to my sheets and i dont recall what happened was it me? was it possession? i have scars appear on my skin after dreams where are my big eyes where am i ive lost my place at home by your side ive been trapped in that k**ing field where it’s carry a gun or die and co*ks**ers wanna know how im still alive i had to k** to get here, boys so, next time you try know i was baptised in blood and gun powder at age 5 and when i close my eyes i only see one thing a pile of hands i cut off belonging to men who’ve touched my queen and i can no longer hold myself together so im just gonna leave pieces of me laying wherever