Dear Crimelords

Here again laid down with depression
Bullshit concept of a pysche regression
And I'm tempted to jump off the deep end
For the fall may be the only joy to wake me up
An it dawn's on me I'm actually free cause I no longer give a f**k

Dan Pená what a guy chump change for him buys a million allibys
Must be money that can save me from this web I'm in retail therapy is worth a revise
I would rather live this life
Crime and warfare
Than just getting by
They say hell to get to heaven
What have I been waiting for
Being good I've seen around me
Just crumbles cause the beasts come to be
I've barely sinned on petty s**t
F**k the sad existence
That makes me invisible
Mafia come recruit please
I'm an artist with only creative degrees
But I can pull a trigger I can be trusted with the cash
Please don't let my life be a flash in the pan
Someone can you hear me I can be ya man

I've had enough of being nobody
Do you understand!?