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Post by CPHANE on Jan 26, 2009 20:50:02 GMT -5
Let me begin by saying I don't think this man knew what he had in store He opened the door and found the bag under the floor Not a peep, Always working the lot Get the flame, aim, POP Open the box and take off out the back of the pawn shop Scoping the lot Hoping the cops hadn't seen the plates on his car He felt like he been hustling so hard like a demon he pumped a cold heart play it cool like Humphrey Bogart Put the rings on his chain attached by both parts He did the drop One ring in a bag Envelope, all the money he had Left the money and the ring in a slow exhale Two weeks went by Got a box in the mail In the box was a bullet made of gold Melted down from the ring, Recast with two rings and a band And he stared at it sittin' the palm of his hand And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand It was his wife in the picture on his side With the ring on the finger on the week that she died As he looked in the reflection, at those eyes so red He put the bullet in a gun And put it right in his head Like that
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