Illusions (harpsichord instrumental)

Some people tell me that I need help

Some people can fuck off and go to hell

God dam why they criticize me

Now shit is on the rise and my family despise me

Fuck em and feed em cuz I don't need em

I won't join em if I can beat em

They don't understand my logic

To my gat, to my money, and I'm hook on chronic

I never wanted to hurt a nigga

Unless you come flexing that trigger

I'll dig ya that grave on the east side of town

Now your six feet underground

From man to the dust to the ashes

All I remember tell me where the cash is!

Click clack barrel at my dome

Give all your loot or you ain't going home

But I ain't going out on a bang

Wa dada dang wa dada da dang

(Hook)

I'm having illusions all this confusion's

Driving me mad inside

I'm having illusions all this confusion's

Fuckin me up in the mind

Mother fuckas be driving me up the walls

Hoping that I fall but they can lick my balls

Straight jacket strap it

In the padded room where some punk niggas can't hack it

Distracted from all reality now I'm let out

On a minor technicality .... They all fucked up now

Cuz they let a nigga back on the street some how

I'm looking for some one like me

Living in my own world to my own degree

On the loose in the city looking at the ho with the titties

Looking at me and I feel shitty

A lil tensed up getting hot

Cuz she looks like my girl who got smoked at the crack spot

I'm trying to find ways to cope

But I ain't fuckin around with a gage or a rope

(Hook)

I'm having illusions all this confusion's

Driving me mad inside

I'm having illusions all this confusion's

Fuckin me up in the mind