Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dragon, artist - Killer Mike. Date of issue: 10.03.2003
Song language: English
Dragon |
| Ryan pump blast shattered glass in the classroom |
| Penny tried to hide in a bathroom |
| Homicide scream from the hand held dragon |
| Mental flame from the barrel claim 25 angel, mercy |
| Long as the black board, splatter with his inside |
| Never had a chance to ride his new skateboard |
| Billy didn’t shake lord, he fell silent |
| Died in the pantomime of cold violence |
| His killer didn’t even blink, he couldn’t think |
| Even when he heard the sirens kept firing |
| Pupils dilated, possessed and perspiring |
| He grew up admiring, 30 auts and calicos |
| AR-15 and long barreled 44's so on the story goes |
| He went out in a blaze of glory |
| He went out in a front page story |
| He went out in a front page story |
| My soul can’t rest today |
| I can’t bring myself to pray |
| I get down on my knees |
| Cause you will always be six feet under me |
| Frank, I’m sorry you didn’t get to see your cell phone tape, hear yourself |
| But to the mother fuckas who took Frank Williams AKA Fast Black, FUCK YOU! |
| (Gunshot) |
| Dear God, I’ve messed up again, I’m sassed up again |
| Vodka spilling out my mouth onto my chin |
| I’ve slipped into the darkness of the heartless |
| Those barbarians carry savage weapons and they start shit |
| They hearts is cold as the artic, these men motivate mobs to lynch |
| These monsters are men, who I hang with |
| These monsters of then are who I bang with |
| Who I bang with, Crips, Bloods, BG, VL we have created our own road to hell |
| We train to kill and not to feel, reacting with a mac |
| But no matter who I kill I can’t bring my nigga back |
| My niggas dead and I can’t get my fucking head around it |
| We was just smoking blunts of the best chronic |
| And now I’m wearing a t-shirt with his picture on it |
| Staggering about to vomit, consumed with vengeance |
| With my vengeance I’m all consumed, by mid afternoon smoking blunts in my room |
| To whom ever this letter may concern |
| When bullets strike they burn more than the flesh of the ones hit |
| You took my nigga my heart split, its broken, shattered in a million pieces |
| Help me Jesus, help me Jesus, just help me Jesus, thug niggas killers |
| They victims was screaming help me Jesus |
| My soul can’t rest today |
| I can’t bring myself to pray |
| I get down on my knees |
| Cause you will always be six feet under me |