The Night I Lost Control Lyrics

South side graduated from hard knocks

Wrong side of the tracks so he turned to the streetlights

Despise any punk that got something to say, they tried their luck in vain before he blew em' away

The one outspoken, parents never supportive, no, they sick of all the times I fuck it up when I be broken

Seen too much in this fucked up life "I'm joining the fight, can't hide, you can see the pain in my eyes" was in his note

Mom's choked up, dad's doped up, on the lines he's coked up to them he's just a soldier

He's got bullets like Ritalin for anyone to try and stop him

Going back to his hood just ain't an option

So, keep it going

Enemies he keeps on smoking

Bombs exploding, bodies dropping, don't give a fuck he keeps unloading

Didn't believe in me then why would you believe in me now

So, wear a frown the situation finna turn around

No hope

The sense of doom comes rushing in

Let go

The tide it pulls against us all

Blood, shed, my eyes have never glowed such crimson red

Aim, hate, organic rush witness this panic inflicting pain

I felt the sun burn to keep the darkness away

The moon glows in the wake of their eternal sin

"When will it be me?

When will my family have to grieve?"

A collective thought beyond reach

Using death as a weapon

Use death as a weapon

Fell straight out of heaven

The moon still shines cold at night I'll do whatever it takes to make sure I can fight it off

Use death as a weapon

Fell straight out of heaven

The sun still burns the light of the sky praying up we ask why am I gonna make it out alive?

Blood, shed, my eyes have never glowed such crimson red

Aim, hate, organic rush witness this panic inflicting pain

No sense of direction just an instinct of killing

The shots keep ringing as the blood keeps spilling in the calm of the night

The screams pierce through the ringing

Collecting the pieces of bones of our brothers in arms

You'll never make it out alive

Oh father have mercy on my soul

I've killed a man with a gun to my brother's head

What choices were left with traumatic stress

Fatigues can't disguise vacant eyes etched into my skull

Furthering the disconnect of a silhouette with each tag I collect