America in black

Against us the deck is still stacked, that's front to back, me I was kidnapped, by a quack, that, showed me no slack. Though I screamed at the top of my lungs, I felt dumb, like I had gotten gonged, I wanted to hit the bong, but I was getting strung. Along, I felt like a ding dong, singing a sad song, sad was the tone, no one could hear me because my head was gone. I saw red everywhere I looked, then I realized that I had gotten took, here's the hook, it was by crook, that left me shook. Because my head looked at my bloody body, that had gotten stabbed and shotten, my corpse started rotten, and I had forgotten. That I was on the verge of dying,, I'm not lying, time I couldn't be buying, I'm not signifying, everything was so trying. I wanted to live, so as a kid, I took dibs, and learned how to forgive, but then I backslid. Now I reminisce on my life, and I wanna fight, it's too late for me to be right, aight, it's to late for me to say good bye so imo say good night