You said your trauma’s been left behind

By your friends they were assuming you’re dead

While You knew They’re not the homey kind

But it was a good idea this deal they said

 

R.: You’re such a bad boy A Gangster

Show me some old bullet scars

It’s real so you’re no pranxter

Your friends mostly behind bars

 

All went wrong and you were shot

A robbery it was clear to you and me

A single Thought about the victims you had not

Your own suffering is all you want us to see

 

And when Your friend gets into an argument with me

And when he is Not getting what he wants makes a threath

He’s Getting your support and you’re both running free

Hiding and preparing to beat me to death