Color me green cause that’s what I bleed

Nine years ago.
I was the kingpin of this town.
Where ever you looked my name was up in lights.
My name brought terror into the hearts
Of parents, kids, and cops.

I had an addiction to greed. I needed the thrill.
It wasn’t about the money.
Or the “favors” people owed me.
It was the rush, the rush of not knowing what could happen.
Color me green, cause that’s what I bleed.

Money makes the world go round.
Open up your eyes and even you could see that.
No one would be anything with out it.
Everyone would kill each other for nothing.
Yet, with money, killing has a whole new purpose.

So let me tell you the story of how I got caught.
How my greed took over, consumed me, and ruined me.
I’ve been running downtown L.A for a year now.
I crawled my way up and out of the sewers
To five star hotel, people shinning my shoes.
I was polished, I was on top.

Everything

was great, I went and did what I wanted.
So why did I feel empty?

Must

of been all the drugs, when I was on them I felt invincible.
At the

end

though is when I felt worthless,
the come down was horrid, it brought me back to reality.
It made me greedy, it got me caught.

Sometimes I wonder if I stayed on drugs
If I’d still be the king.
Sometimes I’m glad I got caught.
Cause now I run this ring.
I sold to the wrong person. Got caught.
Person was a pig.
Pig squealed on me.
Now I rot in jail. A jail that I run.
When I get out, I’ll bring this city to their knees.

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