There are five stages that one journeys through on the passage to the darkside. Fear...anger...remorse...acceptance... each stage more tormenting than the last. And it all begins with... The first stage, denial, that of course is when people deny And lie to themselves like they ain't 'bout to die This shit get buckwild, I even seen people smile And joke-crack, not knowin' it's all 'bout to go black Niggas be like "Fuck that, man I can take it" Sixteen to your back? You ain't gon' make it You 'bout to die, and you the only one that don't know And here comes the ambulance ridin' all slow "There you go. You'll be aight. Hear me? You'll be aight. Real niggas don't die! Real niggas don't fuckin' die!" Next is anger, you start cursin' everybody out Even the paramedics too, 'cause now there's doubt In the back of your head, you think "Oh shit What if this is really it?" and start to bitch Fear, which brings us to number three on the list You seen your own blood, now you scared as shit In the background, you can hear the cops talk Sayin' "That's a damn shame why they're warmin' up the chalk" "Dispatch, we got a 416, scuzzbucket with 14-17 holes in him. Doesn't look good. Think we're gonna need a bodybag." Now here comes your girl, she wants to know why you can't get up The firemen grab her and tell her that you been hit up She drops down to her knees and screams out "Why?" Now it's all dawnin' on you that (I think I'm 'bout to die) Four's remorse, got you feelin' sorry for the shit you did Now you realize what goes around co