[Hallucination]

What 'bout a Dream, I'm Broke, I'm Like a 'Poor Baker' An i Knead/Need The Dough (?) So next Move is, i'm Pulling Up to the Bank, And I Didn't think of the Matter After, Just Jumped Out, Ran in w/ my Balaclava,
Pulled out my Niine and Jumped the Counter,Put the Gun To a Hostage, Yelled "Give me your Fucking Money"Or i'll Pump Clip's, Down Her,
But Louder, Still In the back of my Mind, i was Handling My Dues,
So Every Second, i was looking around, Scanning The Room,
Then A Guy Got wity, Stood up, an Tried to Back His Team, Naturally,
Thought I had a matter on my hands: till I pistol whipped him, an Cracked his teeth, *Gargling On blood* He Said " Why You Doing This, For Money or Fear" I Replied; "I Cant Keep Lieing too You's, Got my Kid Back home, Sick? An Dieing for Food, I'm After money for him, that's all im Trying to Do"
After the Money was Bagged, I was out The Door Ta Jump in my Ride w/ the Accelator, Down To Floor, Huh When i'm Short of Seconds, Compression lockup Round the Corner, I'll Steer Thru Era's, W/ the Fear in my Eyes And, Hearing these Sirens, an the lights in the Rearview mirror,
Thinking 3 more corners, It's amazing it's Near, then (bang, Smash) Bullet thru the window, Grazing my Ear, i'm Hallucinating in Tears,
2 More shots, then (Pop) My Tyre's.... Damned Fucked
I Got out w/ 4/Force Patrol's Yelling "Get them Higher... Hands Up"
Just Stood Their Quiet, like this Is my Anwser,
W/ a Build up of "Rage an Sadness" knowing For my Kid, i "Failed" to get Rid Of His Cancer...

[Hallucination]

What 'bout a Dream, I'm Broke, I'm Like a 'Poor Baker' An i Knead/Need The Dough (?) So next Move is, i'm Pulling Up to the Bank, And I Didn't think of the Matter After, Just Jumped Out, Ran in w/ my Balaclava,
Pulled out my Niine and Jumped the Counter,Put the Gun To a Hostage, Yelled "Give me your Fucking Money"Or i'll Pump Clip's, Down Her,
But Louder, Still In the back of my Mind, i was Handling My Dues,
So Every Second, i was looking around, Scanning The Room,
Then A Guy Got wity, Stood up, an Tried to Back His Team, Naturally,
Thought I had a matter on my hands: till I pistol whipped him, an Cracked his teeth, *Gargling On blood* He Said " Why You Doing This, For Money or Fear" I Replied; "I Cant Keep Lieing too You's, Got my Kid Back home, Sick? An Dieing for Food, I'm After money for him, that's all im Trying to Do"
After the Money was Bagged, I was out The Door Ta Jump in my Ride w/ the Accelator, Down To Floor, Huh When i'm Short of Seconds, Compression lockup Round the Corner, I'll Steer Thru Era's, W/ the Fear in my Eyes And, Hearing these Sirens, an the lights in the Rearview mirror,
Thinking 3 more corners, It's amazing it's Near, then (bang, Smash) Bullet thru the window, Grazing my Ear, i'm Hallucinating in Tears,
2 More shots, then (Pop) My Tyre's.... Damned Fucked
I Got out w/ 4/Force Patrol's Yelling "Get them Higher... Hands Up"
Just Stood Their Quiet, like this Is my Anwser,
W/ a Build up of "Rage an Sadness" knowing For my Kid, i "Failed" to get Rid Of His Cancer...