Psiko Stan, Canto I [E]

[Stan] From the day that i was born The world's looked to me with scorn Natural born killer Looking for the next big thriller Couldn't keep myself out of trouble As a kid i was locked inside a bubble My parents couldn't trust me For good reasons and knew that i would later be Public enemy #1. The war has just begun. Never did i get the respect that i deserved All i have to look back on is so much time served I was that kid you always found in detention I was the one always at home on suspension All my teachers said i would never amount to much All i was ever good at was "the flagpole, during lunch" I kicked twelve kids' asses in the first week alone We're talking second grade here. I spent too much time at home Never developing those social skills i'd need Never learning to take any heed Never paid attention to the teacher Never listened at Church to the preacher Never thought of my future Never wanted any fucking future! It's twelve years later, i'm 20 years old Never look back for the morality i've sold I've got the FBI out after me 7 local police stations on my feet Waiting for the evidence to put me away for good It's too bad they don't ask questions kuz nobody's ever understood. Noone knows why i'm this way And i guess that's the way it's gonna stay          [Law] Of course you know that every bad guy's got some kind of accomplice Stan's got this bastard here, i'm big and black and my name's Lawrence White boy Stan commits the crimes and i do all the covers It's my job here to make sure that nobody ever discovers Everything we've done, every little trap we've set Everything we've done to find the money for every debt When it comes to criminal masterminds, i'm the one to see When it comes to getting down and dirty, Stan's the one it'll be The world of our corruption never has any single face; Everybody has suspicions of different people from any place The truth about me and Stan is simle but it's true: Anything can be had your way as long as noone sees you They'll never know what hit 'em straight between their fuckin' eyes A .38 Special makes for quite the birthday surprise To earn their trust you first must get inside of their minds And then, from there, everybody just kind of unwinds I ain't trusted anyone since the day that i met Stan The burdens that he had to bear made him to quite the hardened man He's seen the streets and been in the 'burbs, i think he's seen it all I grew up in a small town, the most distant place to me was the mall I never had no friends neither, i was the sole member of my "group" It's like i was always the one who got thrown out of the loop Stan's the only person who ever even gave a damn He told me of a vengance plan and how to live life on the lam          [Stan] Here's the way it works for my little plan of vengance I'm killing all the ones who couldn't "wear my pants" They'd never see things from my view, or even try to try Their goal for every single day was just to see me cry Revenge upon their wasted lives has always been my goal It's time for them to learn that they're not the ones in control All i know is they'd be having plenty of time to contemplate On their way to Hell exactly why i've come to hate Westwood High School class of 2004 Everyone will wonder who could have grown so sore So bitter against the world he'd eliminate an entire class So deprived he'd turn to popping caps into their ass How could anyone be like that? Everyone just sits and stares At their television screens, i'm on the news, now who cares? All of you had your chance to be nice to this freak Now he comes into your home, and at night he'll sneak... Alphabetically from the beginning i've gotten the first nineteen There's only forty-one to go now, to feel the rage of the obscene Now who's sorry? Now who'll pay? This is worse than the flagpole This is now about at least four, in-your-chest, steaming bullet holes Psiko Stan, that's how i want to be remembered The history books will write me down by the time i finish this December That's eight months and sixty bodies, a notorious serial killer Michael Jackson now is no longer the legendary thrillerPart 1 of a story-type thing i'm working on...be sure to come back later for more! Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 06:28 AM PST   0 • 1