Black balloons reprise SatyaKuro

Is you hot or are you cold
Gunshots bloodstains splatter on your soul it grows
Once a sweet apple goes rotten and molds
Fill your sanity with grief just call yourself gon

Im feeling the of death of me
Feeling of death you see
Its laying right next to me
On a tight leash

And we
Stocking up on bullets
Stop with all the bullshit
Rid this world from foolish
Traumatize the children
Understand the lesson
No question no second guessing
One misstep and bullets ripping
And drilling in men and women
I'm just tryna mind my business
All these pigs will get to feeding
And my niggas barely eating

Now let me catch my breath
No knees to neck
Thеse fuckers nevеr give us a chance
Big George never expected to meet with death
Four of em
Those Fuckers can get locked in a pin
And spray they ass with chemicals till
Temperature descend
Hand there nails to the king of the dead
I'm sick of this shit