It was a technological tumore
that started of the rumoure
i try to find out about it myself
but it was like i was gettin slinged aside an put on a shelf
because i wasnt high standed with alot of wealth
so i got ma gun an started to go stealth
as i drive along
jus feelin fear by the song
as i pull up ma car
i see the victim not far
i aim to get a clear shot
but the safety catch was on wich i forgot
but is it all worth it over some pot
i better get back and look after ma baby back in its cot
(C) ANTHONY HUGHES
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