Envy
the Hypnotist
the Hypnotist: Hypnotherapy EP, 2004
Subway station, Friday afternoon, waitin' patient
Sony walkman, news report, its amazin
[the results of todays lottery is: Seven...Fourteen...Twenty-one...Twenty-eight...
Thirty-five...Fourty-two] Sound familiar, money wait
I look at my movado, it's 3 o'clock yo, "I won the lotto!!"
"Shhh", says the man standin' with the bottle
"why should I be quiet? I could finally spend 3
Gs on a watch." he said, "Watch out for envy
It's your worst enemy." I never thought of that
got on the F-train, this lady asked for an autograph
I look around me, everything got white and cloudy
adrenaline rush, felt my heart-rate poundy
hungry eyes surround me, I'm afternoon lunch
I see the world different, my fist is ready to punch
to protect the 6 numbers in my pocket
that equal 10 million dollars, six hummers and a rocket
the train stopped, I got off in Bangkok it seemed like
went up the escalator, head felt like a steam pipe
same 13 right behind me from the F-train
I called a cab, jumped in, he moved to the left lane
"Step on it, go to the spot where they do the lotto!"
he switched lanes, right tire hit a pothole
blowout, slowed down, we pulled over quick
I looked back, it looked like some Hunt for Red October flick
mad yellow cabs, a fellow stepped up and grabbed my elbow
he said "Walk", I said, "Hell no!" his hand fell slow
to my back, then I felt the barrell of a mack-10
I turned around, hit it with my arm, my fist smacked his chin
he fell down, dipped across the street, bullets flyin'
screamin' and cryin', "People duck!", I'm hearin' sirens
run in front of a cop car, screeched tires, stops hard
"You gotta help me, I'm runnin from people like a rock star!"
"Get in", he said, "What happened, why you all red?"
I told him the story, he said, "Lucky you ain't dead."
he took off, I think he even took some pavement wit us,
I look right, an empty city bus tried to hit us,
I see mad traffic in the direction of the chase,
look at the cop, see a petro expression on his face
he turns down an alley, stops the car, "Where's the ticket?"
"It's at my crib!" Yo everybody on some sick shit!
See blood on the windshield, the cops head drops
shattered glass, look back, I see a black Caddilac
grab the 45 from the cop's holster
look through the side mirror, the objects appear a little closer
I roll out the same time I open the door
It's a battle field, that'll feel as real as a war
I see a door, now I'm mirkin', is it open? I ain't certain
if it isn't, then it's curtains for my life, for my workin'
the door knob turns, I think I'm hit, my leg burns
look up, see stairs, climb to the top, yo where does it lead to?
and is it lethal? I see a sign that says 'roof', where my troops, where my people?
will there be a sequel? I kick open the door and see buildings
for money, am I the victim, am I the villain?
run to the edge, jump to the ledge and look back
I see them, I see the lottery ticket blow from a draft
It falls to the ground, I look down, they look down
we all frown like somebody close to us just drowned
they forgot about me, and my shot around the knee
and went downstairs to claim some lottery
I thought about people's desires and morals
it seemed right for a minute, then everything went back to normal
that night from the hospital, I'm watchin the news
it turned out the money was split between a thousand dudes
who played the same numbers; winter, spring, fall and summer
I felt like Jim Carey in that movie Dumb and Dumber
[the winning numbers of today's lottery were played by approximately 1100 residents,
who use multiples of lucky number 7. To all the winners: Congratulations.
And watch out for envy; it's your worst enemy.
In other news, a police officer was shot in his patrol car this afternoon...
His gun was missing from its holster.
Police believe it was mafia related, but have no leads on the case...]
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