Living broke is like watching a film that's out of focus
They clipped a note right on his door
That's the eviction notice
Down on his luck lost his job feeling kind of stuck
D.U.I. lost his license, he used to ride a truck
Girlfriend and two kids looking at him like
What we gonna eat tonight?
Baby crying everybody tight
Chain smoking and pacing in front the building
Stressed and feeling like he's disappointing his children
Fuck it, he bout to rob a store
Decision made
Pistol on his waist, wild grimace on face
Automatic door slides open, as he slides in toting
Loud sound, bystander drops his bottle and broke it
Shoots him off the reflex the bullet checked em
Time stopped arm extended black smif n wessun
Half drunk, left him laying in a puddle off blood
God damn, dashing out the store like what the fuck?
Crazy work ethic, educated man of ethics
Well-respected at work, his smile infectious
Doubled his goal today bout to go home and meditate
To get his head straight spotify streaming Etta James
Loud headphones in the drug store, copped a Guinness
Got all his ducks lined up and feeling optimistic
He hears a woman gasping
Dude with a black jackets toting
A canon walks in like assassin
The shock hit him dropped his bottle on the store floor
Cocked the 44 shot em and took off his jaw
Looking at hands bloody he hits the ground without a sound
And see his soul elevating from his crown
Vision out of focus as the colors fade to light
He hears his kids voice and sees the face of his wife
As his heart slowly tapers floating towards the holy sacred
If sleep is the cousin of death that statements overrated