Just sitting at my desk constantly staring at the clock (tic tock tic tock)
Just envisioning his brutal death that will come before we reach the capital of Iraq
I slowly enter an unstoppable vicious dream that insists to unlock my lies
How could I betray the president as I stared directly into his eyes?
To my surprise he persists that I join his trip to an overseas destination
I realize the task I'm facin, and he says you will be my physiological inspiration
So I reply YES in undying dedication and we continue our conversation
He asks for my psychic reading, I reply gimme a second I need concentration
I reply today I can’t see anything, but that answer was given in frustration
In my interpretation I seen a plane plummeting to the ground with no hesitation
But I wonder if this could be preemptive imaginary procrastination
Or am I losing my marbles in a free for all of my imagination
What ever it is my thoughts are telling me, it has to be misinterpretation
If he knew I'd lose soul dedication with no need for an explanation
Now I leave with anticipation but before I left he showered me with appreciation
I convinced my self to tell him what i had done in desperation
Prayin and hopein that the death penalty I will not be facin
I walk out to my car to see a package in my back seat and I get a bad sensation
I jump in and open it there is a gun and a threat of annihilation
Dear Mr. Psychic Reader
Death will soon be in your cards because I know of your president affiliation
If you tell of his assignation you will not be more than a figment of his imagination....
I become impatient and rush to his side to tell him of this covert operation
That death is what will soon be facein if he dose not call for a presidential evacuation
I reach the launch pad and with out hesitation I tell him the situation
I demand for him to read the note immediately it’s my final act of desperation
It snowing so hard we can’t even hold a deceant conversation
He looks at his guards and says we shall not leave for our destination
We turn and walk toward a the airport with fascination
He reads the letter over and over as we walk towards our destination
As I look at the building ahead I see a red flash off the snow with no explanation
I get that weird sensation again and I dive on the president with no hesitation
I feel a pinch in my side and I start choken up blood pain starts in various locations
As I lay in the mud I realize I just died because of my divine dedication
And D.O.A. was my toe tag abbreviation...
This is a picture of how he felt when he told the president.....
