ACT I

Everything I do I do because I know Know that I'mma get mine Long as I'm finna cut throats Losers are gonna get snuffed Winners run out of breath though But I'm here and I'm feeling cocky At least I got a memento I'mma kick drums till the day that death comes Dressed up for the best of But where the f*ck is God I know you're real! There's demons! God I close my eyes! I see them! Now my boy, the Boyer, shh Boyer, it's coming for ya In the cold with cut hands it paints a portrait Minutes pass to torture - never much in the moment Once denied, invites inside the mind that is broken