I had curriculum themes to particular dreams,

Mutilations for schemes in a peninsula scene,

Pending to seem I prefer to see hideous things,

The most malicious with ease, recording a scream,

Options unlimited, life and death is the dividend,

Friendships end, and the harshness now begins,

Pistols come in dual or twin, receptions to attend,

In the family section I blend with a Devilish grin,

I never found it appropriate to kill a associate,

But the war has begun and on some graves I spit,

Stuck in a mix, now I have to load up the clips,

Get on the strip, kill a few thugs for a brick,

I regret my actions, a close friend lost for a fraction...

Of wealth and relaxing so I could join in a faction...

Of health and packing of crack and distribution,

To institutions to insane asylums for retribution.