Thoughts - Jus Allah

I got a long list of kills, it requires a certain mix of skills

I’ve acquired through long tests of wits and wills

I need a fix that keeps me off of prescription pills

When life has its ups and downs, or dips and hills

I’m emotionless, I separate heart from mind

I take the good with the bad, both parts combined

They found one body the other wasn’t far behind

But she was a virgin and good girls are hard to find

First kill in a long time, they thought I resigned

But they both pointed back to me, like a rewind

Led the cops to a pitfall, I laughed as they crashed

Into a tunnel I painted on a brick wall

I beat them by a landslide, but they found the body

They said you can run, but you can’t hide

I ignore it, because I don’t like gettin' rid of bodies

The fun part’s everything before it

There’s two guns on my upper thighs

One quits, the other tries, one shifts, the other drives

One rinses, the other dries, whenever the shit gets real

But y’all are all fake, catch up on rubber knives

The guns go hand-in-hand, one’s blind but hears

One listens, one watches, they’re my eyes and ears

If it’s a problem, don’t take it light, guns’ll fix that

Despite the fact two wrongs don’t make it right

The 9's are twins, I measured from wide to long

But can’t tell left from right or right from wrong

Complete and utter matches, if one competes

Let the other practice, one sweeps, the other catches

One speaks, the other signs, one bleeds, the other cries

My guns read each other’s minds

When they start sinkin', bullets spray in your direction

But don’t hate 'em, they’re sayin' what we’re all thinkin'

I don’t know who has to die

It’s whoever happens to catch an eye

We make mistakes, you live and learn, you laugh and cry

Every passer-by looks like a potential kill

It’s like starin' at apple pie in the window sill

I’m at a distance, I’m almost invisible watchin'

But I’m not a Peepin' Tom, I’m window shoppin'

Life is short, you’re dying from the time you’re born

And life goes on and so forth and so on

When it’s all been said, I won’t have any grievances

I’ve learned to live with my demons like walking dead

I’ve seen a lot of crime, if I’m an eye witness

I keep my thoughts to myself, I mind my business

I got prisoners all over, my life’s havoc

Some inside the basement, some hide in the attic

One’s free to leave but she believes she’s paralyzed

When it’s nothing wrong with her, it’s psychosomatic