The Interview - Foundation, The Lost Children Of Babylon, Jon Murdock

Eyes open vision hasty, lights burn make my sights turn

A tall fat brunette bitch with a slight perm

Watches and reacts in amazement, I’m dazed kid

Looks like a nurse, makes me the hospital patient

My heart starts racin', my mouth salivatin'

As I vomit on the pavement try to speak, couldn’t say shit

Half wasted and left for dead

All I remember is those eyes and what the fuck they said

(Long ago) I did a stick on this kid

Caught one to the chest, didn’t think that he would live

Hard to kill, in a coma for six years

Change my life, have a family now, that’s in the past

Some nights I lay in bed with cold sweats

Waking up out of my sleep, scared to death from nightmares

What if he wakes up?

What if the Jakes come

Kick down the door?

What if he never wakes up?

This shit stays on my mind all the time when I drive, when the cops pull behind

For a traffic stop, I’m staring at the cop

Thinking he’s gon' grab some cuffs, but it never happens plus

This paranoia got me

Sometimes I see a face, I thinking it’s the same face but it ain’t, nah

I wake up every morning for work

Same store, same coffee, same talk with the clerk

I read the local paper over and over

I seen the headlines today, «Man Awakes From a Coma»

Officer So and So, look, I don’t know

Can’t remember who shot me, left me leaking on the flo'

Heard him creeping through the do', can’t picture the face

Left the scene without a fingerprint, evidence not a trace

Was fronting for the Jakes, never forget the cat

Dark City, J Murdock’s dead, dirty rat

Planned attack, six months physical therapy

Blueprinted the terrain, committed the memory

Got the address sent to me, plotted the schedule

Six years a long time scheming how I’m gon' get you

It’s been five months, still no knock at the door

No homicide detective, no questions at all

What’s going on?

He might’ve not remembered

This motherfucker’s been gone since November

December, January, February, March

April’s almost here, no signs of him at all

I guess it’s cool now, I guess it cooled down

Not knowing that he’s about to make a move now

Pull up in a light grey Escort, bad shots

Nine three edition, switch for the stash box

Black mask, gloves, duct tape and a razor

P89, flashlight, and a Taser

Yeah I owe you a favor, no neighbor, the lights are out

Picked the lock, clicked the Glock, tip toed right in the house

Real long ago, I remember the past

When you crept up in the kitchen, tried to murder my ass

Seen a light at the end of the hall, started to sweat y’all

Crept behind the table, dining room like a mess hall

Heard footsteps crept slow, who

Can’t freeze up now, strike quick the death blow

But hesitated, had to see those eyes again

Dip behind the door where I guess I’ll hide again

I was lying in my bedroom and woke up thirsty

Not knowing that the man I attacked was gonna murk me

I’m walking down the hall, no thoughts at all

I heard the hardwood floor start to creak while I walk

But it was out of place, this sound was in the distance

My enemy jumped out and waved the gun persistent

I rushed him, the gun fell, slipped under the table

We both reached out, tried to grab it, wasn’t able

His mask came off, «I recall that I saw you»

That’s what he said when I shot him, it was awful

Glass breaking, hands flyin', the pistol we was eyein'

Reaching out, we were tryin'

Both got closer, grabbed it, the gun cocked

It’s waving both ways, a pistol that off one shot