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Yeah, uh

Look

Man what a shit show

Wanna grab a pistol

But with no aim

What will it do

Just create a stain and

Get you more pissed off

Directing murder like

Alfred Hitchcock

With no clue of how or

Why the six cocked

Revolving door

Laying on friends cots

Back in the blues

Cause now your miss blocked

Out her transmissions

Cause of how it went Ock

Amnesia hid her vision

Even though they sent cops

Investigators didn't

Have the scent locked

Missed out on every print

But the wrist watch

Still didn't have the time

Oh man it gets hot

The judge the jury

Trying to understand this plot

But the motive

Is showing a bunch of wish wash

Plan on throwing

You in the pen that how you get got

Someones to blame

Shame you have sentence shock

Bailiff reads the page

Deliberated round the clock

That look in your face

Plaintiff happy that it's not

An innocent verdict

And you got away with Scott

Free as a bird

While it's standing on his rock

Next thing you know

Its flying round the block

Take a shit on ya head

Said you wanted that whig mopped

Flow from ya boy

I'll be dropping my stick off

Hancock to all of y'all

'Bout time I sign off

Peace

I'm out

Peace

I'm out

Peace

The gray position explores life's highs and lows

Leaving you wondering which way to go

With raw honesty and introspective rhymes

It delves into the human condition one line at a time

Next time you question your direction

Just ask me and I'll give you a message

Peace, I'm out