Chapter One: Destiny - Jean Grae

We begin our story in L. A

Our player’s on a mission: a mission of revenge

In a small town, a fire breaks out

Shots pierce the air, and a massive killing spree begins

Is this just a random act of senseless violence

Or is this story deeper?

Is there a reason behind these psychotic actions?

Welcome to the mind of a contract assassin

Whose time has just run out

And whose fate will be decided, by you, the listener

Running like a bat out of Hell with blind fury

Hundred-yard dash, smoking mirrors, eyes blurry

Hit the porch bleeding red, seven dead, two in the trunk in the back

Scanning through the goggles for the Cadillac, left it running

Swiveled my body to the sound of shots, cocked back

And let them fly, bullets screaming, left leg bleeding heavy

Ducking the sounds of the Chevy that pulled up to the lawn

Breathing heavy from the smoke?

Jump in the passenger side and hit the pedal?

?

ride, I’m half-gone

Leather is hot from sitting the sun

The chrome burning my leg?

puddles of red

Screeching out, rubber smoking, I’m ghost, the wheel is broken

The door is half-open, my lung?

air chokin'

Sick the chase kicks this way

I’m headed to a small town, just outside the city walls of L. A

Destiny ridin', just a matter of time

And put it all behind me, bullet holes and bodies

Motels and lobbies, ?

hell find me

I’ll be inside the arms of fate hiding

Can’t run from nothing, I’ll just keep fucking

Search and kill, ducking 'til they’re all gone

Got to do something, can’t just keep running

I swear to God I won’t stop the song

This road driving got me bugging got me seeing vision

This company dealing got me killing children and women, holy God forgive me

Now I’m headed to save the very seeds of life

?

hands of time supposedly outliving my husband and kids

They caught him in a Krispy Kreme on the fly

For leaving the company without a reason why

They said they’d relocate me to Hell, put my mama in jail

I fuck around and leave them all to Satan making a bail

Associate’s supposed to get me guns but he switched

Found him bloody on a windy Sunday, deep in a ditch

I travel from motel to motel, steal whips and kill

And cover tracks, laughing, pull off quick

Dump the Caddy for a black Impala

Slit the neck of a collar or a priest

And then a deacon and then I sped off east

Reach a rest stop, made out with the cook

Snapped his neck, took the truck and bounced and nobody looked

Sitting in this car sniffing coke on a dash

Tinted windows, Isaac Hayes blast, mind a million miles a second

Clothes wrecked hands bloody, brains on the seat

Range and Honda and a Dodge Viper parked next to me

The motion sensor lights dimmed well

The stove lit, twelve butts, three lines, and one L

Contemplating suicide, the drugs got me wildin'

Complicated of the thoughts, the tears are flying

I’m thinking rush the door finally found the kidnappers thinking

Wait 'til 4 then bust in and start clapping

Should I go?

Should I stay?

Should I wild?

Should I wait?

If you choose to rush out the door now, please choose track #7

If you choose to wait in the car and think of a plan until 4:00,

please choose track #3