Execute Me Gospel

Tossing turning in my sleep, demons eat away at me
Kill at will, no big deal, your soul is mine, it’s mine to keep
Cock my Glock before I reap
Labeled as a black sheep
Gotta get high to reach my peak
Fuck what they say 'cause talk is cheap
Gazing at a full moon, thinking, «Will my time come soon?»
Catching cases back to back, I wasn’t fed a silver spoon
All this dirt I did alone, always feared the unknown
Having visions of my name engraved on a tombstone
Aching, shaking, contemplating
World War how I was trained
Mind of Hitler, never sane
So execute me like Hussein