mista know-it-all

see this gun?
not pointed to my head,
but pointed to my face
between my eyes
so i can see my killer as i die

sydistic? no. just fed up
when i sit in hell in my cell dripping with sweat..
i'll laugh
you thought i would die of a broken heart
feels alright i proved you wrong

now i just got to get him out of my head.
i thought when my brains splattered on the wall
it would rid me of those thoughts.

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