Steer (feat. Rush Davis)

Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five) I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive) Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes Demons got me seeing devil in the rain If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel Lord if you hear me, steer (steer), steer (steer) Lord if you hear me, steer I think I need to resign feeling right My conscious is at easy saying live your life Got everything I ain't miss much, bra Got my little paper back I ain't feeling fucked up My woman got my back so I ain't stressed out Side looking in, you can say I'm blessed this time Career still intact got my street cred Went on with life thinking that deeds dead But every now and then I get flash backs And down on my knees in the Asfault God keep my head on cause I don't wanna spaz out Load back up that 45 and air a nigga ass out Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five) I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive) Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes Demons got me seeing devil in the rain If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel Lord if you hear me, steer (steer), steer (steer) Lord if you hear me, steer Awakened me by the sound of the siren Helicopter spotlights illuminate crime scene Crowd gathers 'round tryin' to find out what the fuck is happenin' Wait a minute, time out I looked a little closer at my t-shirt I see sports of blood, it's now startin' to bleed words I'm lost I got blood on my hands, though And then the camera man starts to pan slow Realizing what I'm up against I guess I'm just have to face the consequence Step back to reality I gotta think fast, got some motherfuckers after me Paranoid, got me running for my life now Homicide, questioning my mama and my wife now Parking lot, full of cops, got the dogs out Running, chest burning, out of breath About to fall out Hit the corner, parked car at the stop sign Going back to jail ain't the plan, so the outline Is to come up with something so I escpape this or Handcuffed fuck that I ain't better take shit I rather be carried by a six feet judged by twelve, get in that cell Or maybe they gon' gun a nigga down 'Cause they don't wanna see me in the trial Staring down the barrel of a colt forty five (five) I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive (drive) Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes Demons got me seeing devil in the rain If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel Lord if you hear me, steer