[Intro: Krumb Snatcha]
Uh, '97
Preemo, D&D, y'all, that's right
I want to speak a little truth about what guns is really about 'Cause me being a victim of guns
It was an experience of getting closer to God

[Verse 1: Krumb Snatcha]
Since the day I was young, I had premonitions of an ending
That come behind the barrel of the next man's gun
It used to be fun when I'm the one doing the clapping
Now I'm facing my death, doing fast breath, no laughing
How can this happen? Holding my chest on the floor
Laid up, all sprayed up, dreaming to even the score
Bright lights all I saw, my life flashed before me
From a distance, I heard a faint voice steady call me
I guess my time is here, suppress my fear, I'm ready
Trying to breathe steady, feeling my legs getting heavy
Lord, don't let me die this young without leaving a son
To carry tradition, listen, my life has just become
A nightmare flick, visions of swinging a pool stick
Depicted by near-death, I turn left then pull quick
Lost control of my mind, flipped the safety off the 9 and squeezed
Chased 'em down, discharging rounds, then fell on my knees
Reached for my heart, feeling my chest getting hot
I got caught, vivid memories on how my gun dropped
Bullets ain't stocked, lost all thoughts of me rapping
Trying to catch one 'fore I die for self-satisfaction
Get up off my knees, begged the Lord, “Please”
Picked up the squeeze
Dipped behind cars, bullet shells hitting the trees
Curse my enemies for being smart enough to take cover
Feeling my body shudder as I drop right in front of
The pool place as hot shells hit the cheek of my face
Catching bloody taste, watch my blood leave trace
Hennessy got me trippin', plus the brew I was sippin'
Feeling warm blood drippin', I see them load a second clip in
Retreated, I've been defeated, my life is iced like popsicles
Open the door, hit the floor of the hospital
It's on

[Scratched Chorus: Prodigy, Rakim, Snoop Dogg]
"Get—, get—, getting closer to God in a tight situation"
"Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection"
"I stop breathing — damn, I see demons"

[Verse 2: Krumb Snatcha]
My heart's racing, a casualty in confrontation
Hoping one day I'll awaken, feeling my body start shaking
I've been mistaken, retaliation to come soon
Holding my gun wound on the floor of the hospital room
A silent cry for help as I look at the ceiling
My inner feeling telling me to start healing
Not in a million years I would wanna end here
Wiping my tears, thinking of my long-lost career
In this business of rap, now I'm flat on my back
Tryna put in place the face of this enemy cat
Cardiac control, I put a hold on my soul
Twenty-two years old and my life done took its own toll
My body fold from numerous feelings I felt
Laying here lonely, watching my homie scream for help
I hear a doctor yelling directions to the meds
Cut open my threads, bring me to the nearest bed half-dead
My inner head screaming, losing my breathing
("Damn, I see demons")
Don't remember the good Krumb, only the bad one
And now I can tell the depths of Hell for evils I've done
Can't run, facing my worst of fear
Leaving my physical as my spiritual descends stairs
But wait, this can't be real
I feel the angel Jibreel asking my name
Overlooking my blood-stained gold chain
Easing my pain, from where he came, I don't know
But he's telling me it's not the right time to go
Back of my throat, tubes sucking the ooze from my mouth
As nurses run about tryna send me down south
"Who shot ya?"—that's words from the detect' and the doctor
Before I got flown to Beantown in a helicopter

[Scratched Chorus: Prodigy, Rakim, Snoop Dogg]
"Get—, get—, get—, get—
Getting closer to God in a tight situation"
"Let me be your angel and I'll be your protection"
"I stop breathing — damn, I see demons"
"Get—, get—, get—, getting cl—, closer to God"

[Verse 3: Krumb Snatcha]
I awake with cold feet, feeling weak, and can't eat
Seeing homies stand around, but no sounds, I can't speak
Cheap hospital clothes and patched-up bullet holes got me depressed
As I'm looking at my legs and my chest
They patched up five, lucky that I had survived
Laying in bed with a naked head but alive
Recalling the night before, me trying to make sure
I was staggering in through the hospital door
Wood seder, then flash to a norm-ar-al respitator
Then flashback to me getting respite from my savior
I can't understand it—must been the way that they planned it
In my commandment, I'm never taking life for granted
Remembering on my knees
Begging, "Please don't let my soul get seized"
Lost track of my thoughts 'cause the DTs
Came and questioned me, testing me
Got secrets thoughts of arresting me
Stop stressing me 'cause ain't no confession, see?
Funny ain't it? Thought I was back in entertainment
Now my image is tainted, cuffed on my crutches for arraignment
Damn