It was a stormy winter night on the streets of New Orleans
A fortune teller told me that she could see me in her dreams
She said, there’s a part of me that evil overtook
Plus the devil has my heart, and my name is in his book.
I cried, i cried.
I’m a mixed drink, combined with good and bad.
The image I’ve portrayed became my truth, I chose my path.
I look myself in the mirror and i wish that I would die. Then I heard the Lord whisper, he said, believe that your mine. Believe that your mine!
My mind beats my heart, my emotions are second nature.
The result of realizing my mind was never basic.
My heart tells lies. My heart is self destructive.
I do right for the good, and well being of the structure.
Trust is not the issue, really it never was.
I don’t trust my heart, I treat it like a loaded gun.
I rarely trust my eyes I cover them with suspicion.
And even when I’m broke, i promise to pay attention.
Karma is a bitch, who I’m trying to fuck bareback.
California bear that’s wicked as a black cat.
My aim is at the level of all these Devils ball cap.
If you loyal then you family, if not watch me fall back.