paranoid

Don't carry a gun
But still handle a knife
Brass knuckles
No political correctness
Anyways its better that way
Up close and personal
then walk the other way
But a still sleep with a loaded piece under my pillow where it will always stay
If I sleep at all
Waking nightmares
Insomniac
Holes in the door from when I let a few go
In a moment of insanity
That's never passed
I can still smel the blood
See the bodies
Feel the pains
Paranoia got the best of me
I see shadows in the day time
don't own no small caliber .9
Need something bigger
So there's nothing left of my enemies
Paranoia just got the best of me