Bank Job

Once upon a time there was a stack of bricks

Standing on the corner of Cabrini & Hicks

Three stories tall with no story to tell

Until I landed on the steps & I loaded my shells

Through the turnstyle, one by one

And in the meanwhile, I leveled my gun

Everybody on the floor, hit the mother fucking ground

If you wanna keep your head don’t make a sound

Had a superhero wanna jump in the air

I pulled the trigger twice & dropped some roof in his hair

Back down on the ground, don’t make a mother fucking sound

I been to the pen and I don’t even care

I got away with the bank job counting the cash

Pocket full of money & a secret stash

There’s no… need for me to be on the run

It was a place I had to rob I got away with the bank job

Oh, this load, I carry around on my back

And it’s bound to get cold, when I’m old

If I never take a stand

But this time, I got mine

If for only a moment, I’m standing and owning these crimes

These dimes, are giving me the upper hand

Desperation

The feeling of not knowing where the next dollar is gonna come from

That moment when your family is looking to you to put food on the table

and you just ain't got it like that

You know desperate people lose the thing that make them human beings

Doing wrong things for the right reasons

But you gotta do what you gotta do

Oh, this load, I carry around on my back

And it’s bound to get cold, when I’m old

If I never take a stand

But this time, I got mine

If for only a moment, I’m standing and owning these crimes

These dimes, are giving me the upper hand