i m a driver but a mafia type my mind goes on with rhymes as i stop at the light i m in a taxi cab yellow and black like kalifa i got about twenty pounds of weed in my speaker in downtown i get flagged down by a passenger under my seat lies the crown 40 caliber where to i ask her she replies south my rear view shows she blows smoke from her mouth i m turned up she s turned out and burnt out running from a pimp who ripped her perm out i listen to the truths of the youth misguided i used to turn tricks til it got too violent her eye lid swollen shut the left side i drive to the 110 at the west side the year she was hexed to sex the next guy her skirt s turned aside revealing the left thigh i get off on cage left on vigaroa she asked where i m going i banked another corner she s digging in the purse for the next cigarette and didn t notice the gun i pointed to her head i m giving you a night call to tell you how i feel i want to drive you through the night down the hills i m gonna tell you something you don t want to hear i m gonna show you where it s dark but have no fear there s something inside you it s hard to explain they re talking about you boy but you re still the same i m a driver fled a catholic church i ve got the body of a priest in the back of my hearse i ve got a shoddy on my seat my immaculate thirst is over ridden by the vision of my passenger s worth i m writing a passionate verse i m laughing at first thinking about jesus christ and his nazareth birth yo i ve been paid to kill by the men at the clop so i engrave the steel with evangelist thoughts i turn right as the street light illuminates my windshield i envision religion and picture all the men killed i m like a hit man from afghanistan s soil whose loyal wife was murdered for blood soaked oil my insides boil with memories of the past i wash away the pain with hennessy in the glass my foot hits the gas the car does a flip and flies off the cliff cause this is it  i m giving you a night call to tell you how i feel i want to drive you through the night down the hills i m gonna tell you something you don t want to hear i m gonna show you where it s dark but have no fear there s something inside you it s hard to explain they re talking about you boy but you re still the same oh no what have i become someone that you can t run from death have i become immaculate destruction and you re all alone alone alone alone alone and soon i will become the one who runs amongst the slums of most the victims and you re all alone1
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