Street Paranoia
As the paranoia takes over...
a man is quick to start snappin...
Cuz as the paranoia takes over...
a man never knows what's about to happen...
As the paranoia takes over...
This is what's in the mind of a man that can be a shooter...
As the paranoia takes over...
This is what's in the mind of a man who lived times colder...
[Verse 1]
My feet walk the grounds of mental cruel.
As I'm surrounded by evil, in the ghetto the streets rule.
I look around and all I see is hatred, bloods wasted, nothing is sacred,
I don't know how long I can take it. Life is supposed to be priceless,
but the ?cause of statics? suffers from automatics cuz of a mental crisis.
Ignorant thoughts and barbaric ways, and my hood's where it stays,
there it slays, leaving no trace of better days.
It's hard to grip the mic, when at night, all I see is hypes, going insane
in the brain, to obtain, the glass pipes. Life's a struggle, even for those
who don't smuggle, in the alley drinks bums guzzle, street likes the
motherfuckin' puzzle. Leaving the best smoke, cuz every rap chokes, against
the ropes of my people losing their dreams, lives, and hopes. My mental
odyssey's hurt me with thoughts that could destroy ya. Damn, I can't face
the paranoia...
[Chorus]
The paranoia's coming for ya, the streets can destroy ya... (Damn, I can't face
the paranoia...).
The paranoia's coming for ya, my mind is my destroyer... (I can't face
the street's paranoia...).
The paranoia's coming for ya, the streets can destroy ya... (Damn, I can't face
the paranoia...).
The paranoia's coming for ya, my mind is my destroyer... (I can't face
the street's paranoia...).
[Verse 2]
As paranoia takes over, my heart stays colder, ghetto slang holder, but
still look over my shoulder. To see a shorty drink ?auti's? and pop a pistol,
for no reason, so the only issue is hope the bullet miss you. My mind
goes in rages when outrages like some fuckin' pages read murder committed
by kids of younger ages. All these thugs know is drugs and chrome. Cuz
every night they never saw hugs and homes, just slugs and domes. Punks'll
slang a game of starstacks, it's hard to face the raw facts, I witness,
bullets scar backs of carjacks. And through this all I make ?cellopa? days,
won't drop my ways at night they pop a gauge but still I chose to rock the
stage. Is this a death trap as my every rep raps, the tales that left cops,
in the bodies that finally get my mind collapsed. I'm hearing toxin', some
pistols cockin', their poppin' bodies droppin', paranoia's got me, cuz I'm
simply watchin'. Drugs and murder, imperial dealers and serial killers,
kids turn into casket billers and hypes, the stillest. It's comin' for ya.
Is every man created a destroyer? Damn, I can't face the paranoia...
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
The paranoia's killing me, terror's trilogy, and days that come through you
think you still a b using artillery? Huh. Some kill for fun and enjoyment,
others for unemployment. Sometimes, I wanna say "fuck it" for me a gun and
point it. Herb eaters, thoughts of diseases as the flesh peels, but still
the test builds; I slowly start to see that stress kills. My willpower, I buss my
best skills, but can't bear it. Sights of mack shooters, crack tooters, my thoughts are transparent. But yet deep, it's hard to get sleep, my eyes flinch. Beat the man in the dark trench, dead on the park bench. Bullets sparks pitch, that shove an innocent child, even though at the station glocks pow, my mind is hostile. Now my style is being affected from it. To protect myself from catching one in the stomach I'll be quick to gun 'em. The results: I might need a lawyer... to keep myself from being locked in a cage facin' the paranoia.