Look, I can feel the demons in my brain,creepin through the dark parts Got me tuckin different handguns in my Carhartt’s Where the hood got the reaper hidin underneath, you Ever wonder why we rather die, then let the beef go? Stay feelin stress, greed, lust and jealousy My people cope by usin cess, speed, dust and LSD D, more than just a simple sickness It’s triple sixes, to haunt the Holy Temple scriptures And got the lost souls playin false roads They got ‘em, once they get inside ‘em, like crossbows It’s the demons, conjurin up images you dreamin or screamin, it’s seems when you’re semen they schemin Got us paranoid, steppin out very cautious The same way we holdin guns, nuns carry crosses Forms of protection against the evil forces Of course there’s subjections, in your cerebral vortex, The demons…
