Chapter One: Destiny

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We begin our story in L.A Our player's on a mission: a mission of revenge In a small town, a fire breaks out Shots piercing air, and a massive killing spree begins Is this just a random act or sense of violence Or is this story deeper? Is there a reason behind these psychotic actions? Welcome to the mind of contract assassin Whose time has just run out And whose fate will be decided, by you, the listener Running like a bat out of Hell with blind fury Hundred-yard dash, smoking mirrors, eyes blurry Hit the porch bleeding red, seven dead, two in a truck in the back Scanning through the goggles for the Cadillac, left it running Swiveled my body to the sound of shots, cocked back And let them fly, bullets screaming, left leg bleeding heavy Ducking the sounds of the Chevy that pulled up to the lawn Breathing heavy from the smoke? Jump in the passenger side and hit the pedal? ? ride, I'm half-gone Leather is hot from sitting the sun The chrome burning my leg? puddles of red Screeching out, rubber smoking, I'm ghost, the wheel is broken The door is half-open, my lung? air chokin' Sick the chase kicks this way I'm headed to a small town, just outside the city walls of L.A Destiny ridin', just a matter of time And put it all behind me, bullet holes and bodies Motels and lobbies,? find me I'll be inside the arms of fate hiding Can't run from nothing, I'll just keep fucking Search and kill, ducking 'til they're all gone Got to do something, can't just keep running I swear to God I won't stop the song This road driving got me bugging got me seeing vision This company dealing got me killing children and women, holy God forgive me Now I'm headed to save the very seeds of life ? hands of time supposedly outliving my husband and kids They caught him in a Krispy Kreme on the fly For leaving the company without a reason why They said they'd relocate me to Hell, put my mama in jail I fuck around and leave them all to Satan making a bail Associates supposed to get me guns for these twits Found him bloody on a windy Sunday, deep in a ditch I travel from motel to motel, steal whips and kill And cover tracks, laughing, pull off quick Dump the Caddy for a black Impala Slit the neck of a collar or a priest And then a deacon and then I sped off east Reach a rest? made out with the cook Snapped his neck, took the truck and bounced and nobody looked Sitting in this car sniffing coke on a dash Tinted windows, Isaac Hayes blast, mind a million miles a second Closed hand bloody, brains on the seat Range and Honda and a Dodge Viper parked next to me The motion sensor lights dimmed well The stove lit, twelve butts, three lines, and one L Contemplating suicide, the drugs got my wildin' Complicated of the thoughts, the tears are flying I'm thinking Russian dog finally found the kidnappers thinking Wait 'til 4 then bust in and start clapping Should I go? Should I stay? Should I wild? Should I wait? If you choose to rush out the door now, please choose track #7 If you choose to wait in the car and think of a plan until 4: 00, please choose track #3