I knew a man in of colors who lived by his gun Slinging bricks and getting chicks by the ton Clearing the chamber is just a job well done
He kept his living testament in his denim vest Wore it proudly over the bullet holes in his chest
A friend of mine in Nola kept a shiv on his hip He robbed a local stranger for the price of a hit Guess he knew the end was coming and he took what he could get
He never got the chance to smoke it for the trouble he made Found him carved up like a turkey by the work of his own blade
Well friends I've seen some battles with the wicked and depraved I've seen some born to living with one foot in the grave And I don't know what to tell you I don't think they can be saved
If you're standing at the gallows be sure to hang around And to thank the undertaker he's the last to let you downTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
