PROLOGUE

Woke up in the morning with the thoughts of homicide I was angry with myself, should I take this nigga life I sat there for a while, in my hand a kitchen knife Couldn't choose between what was wrong and what was fuckin' right So I thought, nobody's perfect, you know he doesn't deserve it But I had the urge to murder the nigga, maybe it was worth it I'm thinkin' bout the mourning his mom would be doin At church and his girl and his brother would be disappointed, I know it So I sat there and cried till my eyes got dry My lips unmoisturize and it's cold outside Somebody threw away the key because I'm trapped in my mind I always say that I'm fine, but I know that shit is a lie Kilroy is winning this time, he wants me to take a life I know that's a sign Kilroy is winning this time, he wants me to take a life And that life, is mine