Психолог Зигмунд

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize it's not enough, 'cause I've been laughing and laughing so long that my mama thinks that my mind is gone, but I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it. Be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of, you better watch how you're talking and where you're walking, or you and your homies might be lined and chalked. I really hate the trip, but I gotta look, as they croak I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool...