(Police sirens are heard)

“PUT IT DOWN!!!” an officer yelled, his next question this time I knew it…

My life flashed before my eyes when the cop exclaimed…“Why’d you do it??”

....FOR POWER…. it’s an infection, injected in me like the potency of steroids …

Took the oath of Omerta used muscle to implement a scare ploy..

Therefore the streets was my family, a dead beat dad is what I neglected…

By 17 made more money than him n had more clout as expected…

Money, Power and Respect bitch, connected deep with Mafia ties…

Once I was shot in the thigh, forgo the hospital visit cuz you gotta have pride…

If I died? So be it…crime life was my wife, shit I was married to the mob…

Fuck the 9 to 5’ers with their jobs, to us they appeared to be slobs…

Craved control on parole, yet promoted up the ranks from foot soldier to Lieutenant…

Elevated my mob influence and businesses is what I intended…

Extended my street crew, power we knew I was on the fast track to boss status…

Took action, whacked out a rival Captain hid the gat under the mattress…

Fact is, I’m blood thirsty to be head of state, top dog calling all the shots…

Power is greed, no matter who’s in my way of authority, not even cops..

Not even my pops! Capped him 3 weeks ago, now I’m in this situation…

Finger print validation which set off this full blown investigation…

Jail time with no visitation? fuck that, now I’m just done…

All that’s left is this suicide note and me pointing at my head with this….BANG!!!

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