Suicides on the door of my every car/ record labels told me I wouldn’t go very far/study the buddha while shooters study intruders/the price of what you pay as soon as you suddenly move up/I I used to dream about this while the ceilin fan spun/ hopes of givin money to others when I had none/picture me seated on thrones still/while readin my own will/who knew id be a threat to my own skill/but I’m a simple man born to be king/walk with the angels in the mornin we sing/to me a groupie but to her I know its more than a fling/la cosa nostra my immortal regime/