I woke up one morning in a different place...
A different house, my heart was racing, I couldn't slow the pace.

It felt like it was me, I looked down and saw my hands, looked at the mirror on the night stand to check my face...
yup it was me.

I hit the staircase.
I didn't know if I should run...
I didn't know if someone would great me with a gun to blow my back out... so i crept out... quietly with the lights off so the lights wouldn't shine on me.

I opened up the front door, stepped out, different hood...
looked around left, right and in front... there it stood... was
a black Cadillac DeVille missing the letters, L and E, man... my mind is playing tricks on me.

It was waiting for me, with it's engine idling...
window tent so black...
I couldn't see who was in it.

I gave it a moment before I approached...
I didn't know if I was dreaming yo, or if I...