Am I My Brother's Reaper?
Recorded over Stanley Clarke's Black On Black Crime track
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Lyrics
When two wills collide,
It often leads to homicide
When someone’s street rep is on the line
Egos entangled in a grueling test of superiority
An identity crisis that results in uneven casualties
While families mourn over senseless violence
Trivial matters magnified to deathly circumstances
No compromises, just silence followed by guns clapping
Some people like their beef served tender
While others like their beef made bloody rare
In any season for any reason,
Seasoned killers will hunt
The chase is for the game,
Who threatened to take their place
Only someone who wants to die
Would ever threaten a person who has nothing to lose
Often it’s the one that has too much to prove
That has everything to lose
Both sides blinded by too much pride,
Will kill for nothing more than respect
Held in each other’s contempt,
They contemplate murder
To decide the demise of their adversary’s life
Cold blooded and calculating,
They only feel heat when they’re “holdin”
Criminals by nature, like an evil omen
Companions of misery
They feed it constantly
Equaled in sheer audacity
By sharing the same capacity for pain
Yet only one has fear in his heart
While death fears the other
Two shots ring out
Blap! Blap!
But only one is hit
In one instant with one bullet
The victim breathes his last breath
All that's left
Is a shadow escaping
As the slain becomes a memory
A lifeless testament
To the legend
Of a lone killer
