Dead Man Walking Vol. 1

Gucci rollerskates and a pink beeper

Louis V, D-cup, think Seka

Mad Child sleep deep like I breathe ether

The Mad Child hold heat like The Grim Reaper

She tastes like a peach, sacred now vagrant so hatred is deep

Vagrants and snakes take her out to the beach

Have nightmare sweat, work it out in my sleep

I used to mask pain with cocaine and oxys

Now the pain still feel real on Suboxone

Pain is by caused this very bad posture

Feeling bad really sad in a clown costume

If life is a game I am so losing

Life filled with depression and no movement

We make choices, I hear yours loud and clear

Strange voices, get the fuck out of here

Pretty good pretending that I don’t care

As I battle with adult fear

Olympics in Whistler with Adolph Hitler

The devil and his misfits were there for Christmas

The dinner was delicious, smashing dishes

I come back clean more brash and vicious

Irrational thoughts make myself look ugly, the passion is lost

Trying to change my ways, still stashing the Glock

Trying to keep love locked, start smashing the box

Fuck everyone, I am never done

Mad Child love God like Reverend Run

Back at level 1 tears filling up my eyes like the Seventh Son

That’s all she gets, three packs of cigarettes now I’m past regret

I’m a dead man walking, head plant often

Keep on talking, tin can coughing

Codename Terror, cocaine nearer

Stopped drug binge just to see things clearer

I’ll hit em with the thunderous clap

I’ve been driving five hours with a gun on my lap

I’m feeling like I’m under attack

You can tell em' that the old head hunter is back

Shane’s existence is pain inflicted

They’re saying he’s different, insane and twisted