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Written by: Stephan Jenkins
Miss Jones taught me English,
But I think I just shot her son
'Cause he owed me money,
With a bullet in the chest you cannot run
Now he's bleeding in a vacant lot
The one in the summer where we used to smoke pot
I guess I didn't mean it
But man you should have seen it,
His flesh explode
Slow motion, see me let go
We tend to die young
Slow motion, see me let go
What a brother knows?
Slow motion see me let go
Now the cops will get me
But girl, if you would let me
I'll take your pants off
I got a little bit of blow,
We could both get off
Later bathing in the afterglow
Two lines of coce got caught with draino
And her nose starts to bleed
A most beautiful rubie red
Slow motion, see me let go
We'll Remember these days
Slow motion, see me let go
Urban life decay
Slow motion, see me let go
And at home,
My sister's eating paint chips again
Maybe that's why she's insane
I, shut the door to the moaning
And I shoot smack in my veins, wouldn't you?
See my neighbor beating his wife
Because he hate his life
There's a arc to his fist as he swings
Oh man, what a beautiful thing
And death slides close to me
Won't grow up to be,
A junkie wino-creep
Hollywood glamorized my wrath
I'm a young urban psychopath
I incite murder,
For your entertainment,
'Cause I needed the money,
What's your excuse?
The joke's on you
Slow motion, see me let go
Oh, yeah
Slow motion, see me let go
Slow motion, see me let go.