I spotted the bastard way up the block
The alarm went off
Heads up jack!
Baggy trousers, mad expensive footwear 
and black hooded top
Yep, it's one of them ghetto punks.
Can smell em from a mile
An adult with an exaggerated swagger and the
mentality of a child
Just the two of us, late night on a cold, 
desolate New York Street.
Like moths drawn to a flame
We converge and meet

Suddenly he's all biz
Right hand emerges with a Glock
The hood falls back
Gimme your wallet son!
Frigid as ice.
Revelling in the power of the gun
I froze
Reaching slowly for my money
And…
I feel it begin, from deep within me
Uncurling from the pit of my stomach, racing
Upwards like a tidal wave
Felt my body beginning to grow light
As the eyes blur and focus
A daemon gets ready to fight

Hurry up nigger!
Fumbled deliberately…
Then it appears on his skull.
That's my spot.
A pear shaped alien head, hollow at the top
Target acquired
I can just barely breathe
He's transfixed
It's all in the eyes
Felt the power surge
Surprise, surprise!
He collapses like a log on the road
Screaming in anguish as the baldhead implodes

It comes to me in a rush
A colossal high
The remnants of another lost soul
As the shell withers and dies
I didn't ask for trouble
I know, this is your hood
You're the boss 
The guy with the big wood
No, I wasn't afraid
I'm not one of the weak.
You Jackass!
That isn't why I rarely speak
So if you should somehow make your way back 
from the gaping maws of hell.
Listen up bitch!
This is the story you tell
Don't touch me!
Don't talk to me!
I will not be another hapless victim 
In some barbaric gangsta fantasy
Don't look at me!
Don't fuck with me at all!

Tell them…
Tell them how you had your finger
On the trigger as you fall

It's Son this an Dawg that
Tell them…
Tell them you'd give anything to just “go back”

Tell them…
Swear on your mother's grave
It ain't no lie!
Tell them…
You were squeezing the trigger 
Eyes on mine when you saw yourself die

Tell them…
Tell them how much you regret never having
made the very pregnant baby mother to be, your wife
Explain to the homies how a stranger looked
At you and swallowed your life

Go ahead!
Describe the exquisite agony and 
Unspeakable horror
Tell them son…
Tell the Dawgs what you saw

Tell them…
Never, never ever, judge a book by its cover

Motherfucker!
Yes, 
Tell them…