Loose Cannon

Yeah 1993
The journey of a loose cannon

Ah, ah, 15 and arrested his first offence
And he's feeling the stress since his pops just left him
He rested in peace in his peaceful sleep
Now he's alone on the streets tryna be the chief
Knee deep in the heat, he's beat, defeat
From home hoping to sleep from his own relief
Won't speak of the stress, the pain invest
They got him messed up and deep down this shit's depressed him
Verbal abuse got his mind confused
So he loses his youth to a mental noose

Got tears in his eyes
He tries to hide and so he keeps it inside 'til he sleeps at night
And the pain that remains overtakes the brain
'Til he breaks out ablaze in a fatal rage
Is sown from a home to the streets alone
He's 17 on a scene with the hopeless souls
So he roams in the cold full of broken hopes
There's only one thing he knows that's the lonely road
Just a bag on his back, no trust at all
Got a grudge in a world thinking, "fuck the law"

Everyday feeling stranded like God's abandoning his prayers
He pleads but receives no answers
Reacting in flashes of violent actions
He imagines the world cannot understand him

Loose cannon, havoc's just a habbit
The past is baggage, future's vanished
He carries the malice ignores the damage
When the madness is had, it react with hazard
Dramatic tactics now's habbit
The wounds unbandaged and expanding
He carries the malice, ignores the damage
When the madness is had, it react with hazard

Loose cannon passivley shoots at random
Abused as a youth in his roots of phantoms
He throws up a tantrum the moment that these
Cops are attempting to repremand him
Slowly the weight of the hate's invading
All focus on life while his hope is fading
Forcing himself into isolation is the safest place from these homosapiens
Can't trust those he associates with
Fake mother fuckers just aggrovate him
Bastards stabbing his vertebrae with

False accusations until they face him
18 and making a reputation for addiction and beef and intoxication
Drinking to drown out his situation that he faces
Deep down he's slowly breaking
He goes home staggered a drunken addict
Sleeps much better when he's drunk and hammered
Straight to the mattress he drops and crashes
And the next day remembers the haps in patches
Talks through the pen on the paper scratching
While he plays CD's of his favourite rappers

Attention to detail he notes what happens
Life that he leads to perhaps to ashes
He lives like a hermit, he hides the hurting
But really the fact is that he prefers it
He curses in words hitting all his verses
The purses of hurt keep him left deserted
Mercy he blurts it without discernment
Sprays with intention to burn with purpose
Spits at the serpents filled with urgence
A lyrical assassin who's pencil murders

Loose cannon, havoc's just a habbit
The past is baggage, future's vanished
He carries the malice ignores the damage
When the madness is had, it react with hazard
Dramatic tactics now's habbit
The wounds unbandaged and expanding
He carries the malice, ignores the damage
When the madness is had, it react with hazard

He's 19 now and he's found a spouse
With a poisonous mouth and a mound of doubt
So he feels put down when she pays him out
'Cause she parades his past when the peeps around
At the same time still operating the rounds
Due to the lack of trust due to past accounts
But he just can't bounce, he sticks it out
'Cause she breeds his seed underneath her pouch
12 months on and he's getting hitched
For the sake of his seed and depressing witch

5 years in the mix, can you picture this?
Tryna live in a crib with a lippy bitch
He'd escape to the drink getting quick the sip
And start thinking how he can quit and split
But he fucked up hard when he snapped and click
Because he raised up his fist and he smacked a bitch
Separated and hated she threw him out
With a fucked reputation he moved about
Too afraid to come face with the truth about
The whole relationship 'cause the rumour's out

He's a player, a drunk on the peoples tongues
And he beats up his wife is the common one
On the run with the love from his only son
And now he's back in the dungeon he started from
No job, no money in his bank account
He feels stuck in his life and he can't get out
All he has is the bag full of books and rhymes
And every passage is mapped like a crooked crime
He attaches your heart, attracts your mind
Every line makes you cry as it passes by

And he speaks of the anger of being deprived
And every failed opportunity he made in life
Love songs to a seed he no longer sees
And it breeds in his heart that it starts to bleed
Digs deep and eventually makes him weak
And so he turns to the liquor for some pain relief
But he keeps it a secret supressed beneath
And then he reads it in public and people freak
'Cause he raps it with passion and no retreat
'Til every soul in the globe knows the truth complete, capice?

Loose cannon, havoc's just a habbit
The past is baggage, future's vanished
He carries the malice ignores the damage
When the madness is had, it react with hazard
Dramatic tactics now's habbit
The wounds unbandaged and expanding
He carries the malice, ignores the damage
When the madness is had, it react with hazard

Loose cannon, havoc's just a habbit
The past is baggage, future's vanished
He carries the malice ignores the damage
When the madness is had, it react with hazard
Dramatic tactics now's habbit
The wounds unbandaged and expanding
He carries the malice, ignores the damage
When the madness is had, it react with hazard