Steer Lyrics - Deeply Rooted - Scarface

Staring down the barrel of a colt 45 

I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive 

Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes 

Demons got me seeing double in the rain 

If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel 

Lord if you hear me, steer, steer 

Lord if you hear me, steer. 

I think I need to breathe cuz I ain't feeling right 

My conscience is at ease saying live your life 

Got everything I ain't miss much, bra 

Got my little paper back I ain't feeling fucked up 

My woman got my back so I ain't stressed out 

Side looking in, you can say I'm blessed huh 

Career still intact got my street cred 

Went on with life thinking that the beef's dead 

But every now and then I get flash backs 

Get down on my knees and I ask that 

God keep my head on cuz I dont wanna spaz out 

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Load back up that 45 and air a nigga, ass out 

Staring down the barrel of a colt 45 

I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive 

Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes 

Demons got me seeing double in the rain 

If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel 

Lord if you hear me, steer, steer 

Lord if you hear me, steer 

Awaken by the sound of the siren 

Helicopter spotlights illuminate the crime scene 

Crowd gathers round try to find out what the fuck is happening 

Wait a minute, time out 

I looked a little closer at my t-shirt 

I see squirts of blood just now starting to bleed worse 

I'm lost I got blood on my hands, though 

And then the camera man starts to pan slow 

Realizing what I'm up against 

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I guess I just have to face the consequence 

Snap back to reality 

I gotta think fast, got some motherfuckers after me 

Paranoid, got me running for my life now 

Homicide, questioning my mama and my wife now 

Parking lot, full of cops, got the dogs out 

Running, chest burning, out of breath 

About to fall out 

Hit the corner, parked car at the stop sign 

Going back to jail ain't the plan so the outline 

Is to come up with something so I escape this or hand cuffs 

Fuck that I ain't gonna take shit 

I rather be carried by 6 than judged by 12 getting that cell 

Or maybe they gon' gun a nigga down 

Cause they don't wanna see me in the trial 

Staring down the barrel of a colt 45 

I'm feeling mad suicidal, so I think I'm gonna drive 

Everything is hazy and I can't see my lanes 

Demons got me seeing double in the rain 

If I put the peddle to the metal, take my hands of the wheel 

Lord if you hear me, steer