Going south he had a '97 land rover
Came back with some gravestones pulling down soft shoulders
On his way to catch some play with miss december
Passed out with some jack and had a fender bender
A fifth to keep him awake
Fell asleep at the wheel
Velocitized to the whiskey he drank
Most of the time he had Biggie or Rae
Like toothpicks in his ears
But a thief took his tapes.
Though he knew he was swayin'
Remained in control by singing his favorites
Criminology, Hypnotize, you know the basics
Criminally hypnotized he had faded.
Returning from vacation
'64-'97
'95-'97
Didn't believe in hell or heaven but she
prayed for salvation in her closing seconds
And metal tore up flesh, he lost consciousness
Regained it weeks later in a hospital bed
Learned of the deaths, let them set in
Lost his own life to guilt one night in '97.