I've never been a better friend than when my brethren needed a very deadly vendetta to end. I quietly listened to his story begin. As he started yelling "life or death", I replied with a benevolent grin.
A tear settled on his chin, after it dripped down his dry, leathered skin. His hands clutching a Beretta for defense. I knew if I didn't help, then I'd left him condemned. I'm tryna make better decisions, I told him “never again."
It was no longer a question if he'd learned his lesson. He delivered such an honest confession that I made the decision to step in. We sparked a session. As the air freshened, he didn't stop stressing but for a few moments it actually lessened.
Some men consider our opponent a legend. A small time rat and a felon with tats embedded in his melon and scars engraved in his melanated skin. Now his problems are all mine once again. I'm tryna make better decisions, I told him “never again."
I killed one man to save many men. Indestructible attitude with a million dollar price on my head. Luckily I’ve got plenty of friends, who’ve all been crossed by the law like latitude and know exactly what it’s like to be dead.
I’ve been living my life on the edge, it’s a full time job. Bullets aimed at my brain, money on my mind. No time to even explain the odds. I’m playing a dangerous game with a lot on the line. Make sure that I’m not in your…not in your…not in your…War is hell and it’s hot all the time.
Salty. Sodom and Gamorrah, got 'em in the aura. Sending heat and horror back and forth. Carried out a week of war on completely unexplored beaches. Bloody sportsmanship, focused force. Washed our hands on the gorgeous shores.
Cold stare, air…cryogenic. Eventually crack a smile, after a while apply the grimace. Frozen soul. H20. Maintained at a constant temperature way below zero. Secret orders, specific politicians missing. Mission needed to grow the business. Underwater, mid-Pacific submarine meetings to discuss logistics. A force field around the ship intercepting missiles with heat seeking ballistics.
One by one, the villains have been killing the illuminati. The grim reaper, I’ll come to see ya, one wheeling on a blue Ducati. The head of every king comes with the corpses of their platoons and posses. Leave the bullets on the battlefield, for the masters we use karate.
Ate okra fried with Cobra Kai. My family knew Miyagi. Evolved the strategies, the enemies are soon to copy. We start the fight, dap up security then resume the party. Got trapped in my game, wrapped in my web, then I’ll cocoon your body.
I killed one man to save many men. Indestructible attitude with a million dollar price on my head. Luckily I’ve got plenty of friends, who’ve all been crossed by the law like latitude and know exactly what it’s like to be dead.
