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It was a hot summer night
Whiskey on my breath
I was feeling mean, looking for a fight.
Down a quiet street
Long passed over for repair
No sounds of happy families, or children living there.
I knew I wasn't safe
Things there are never seen
People with their problems, no time for late night screams.
Out of the shadows
came my unlucky thief
He asked me for a smoke, I knew I'd found relief.
His hands inside his coat
I told him "sorry"
And took another step, as his hands jerked wildly
At the pocket where I knew his gun was kept.
Rookie mistake
The lining of his jacket, held his gun in place
Hunter turned to prey,as I punched him in the face.
Though stunned
He tried again to pull his iron
But mine was in my hand
I beat him 'till he lay there
He would never be the same.
I reached into his coat
now his gun was mine
I even took his wallet, just to prove I was alive.
His mama came to church
To beg us for our prayer
Her poor son the victim, he'd need months and months of care.
I hugged his fine, fat mama
And slid my hand down her back
To touch her underwear.
I smiled as I gave her twenty dollars
And promised her my prayer.
Whiskey on my breath
I was feeling mean, looking for a fight.
Down a quiet street
Long passed over for repair
No sounds of happy families, or children living there.
I knew I wasn't safe
Things there are never seen
People with their problems, no time for late night screams.
Out of the shadows
came my unlucky thief
He asked me for a smoke, I knew I'd found relief.
His hands inside his coat
I told him "sorry"
And took another step, as his hands jerked wildly
At the pocket where I knew his gun was kept.
Rookie mistake
The lining of his jacket, held his gun in place
Hunter turned to prey,as I punched him in the face.
Though stunned
He tried again to pull his iron
But mine was in my hand
I beat him 'till he lay there
He would never be the same.
I reached into his coat
now his gun was mine
I even took his wallet, just to prove I was alive.
His mama came to church
To beg us for our prayer
Her poor son the victim, he'd need months and months of care.
I hugged his fine, fat mama
And slid my hand down her back
To touch her underwear.
I smiled as I gave her twenty dollars
And promised her my prayer.
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