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