I sat and put a fifty on the bar A whisky and a beer, let's where we are And keep 'em coming till I drink that whole up Filling up that cup till I stand up around, see what the room's got Well there's by the jukebox Grab my drinks, headed to say peace But had to think, do I owe him any late up nah, I'm all paid up huh Yeah I made it square last I came up town What up Sunny? up?} How's business? you doing Sean? I ain't seen you in a couple of minutes} Man I just working and jerking Tryna get the right and be perfect, how bout you? {Oh you know how the old game go through the wind, rain, snow or tornado} Yeah bro, spent time up The bar tender kept the drinks enough conversation, no pretension I drank up my whole fifty bucks and then It was getting to last call So I grabbed my coat and up like that's all But say {Hold up Sean, it's your day I need a favor, let me throw some money way} I sat back in the booth I said, I know your deal Sunny, what I do? He said {I'll give you piece of the pie If you pick up a for me on the eastside tomorrow} Three and a half for an hour and a Saint Paul and back's only ten gas Yeah I can handle, me all the info Only one though, I won't bring a pistol {Hahahah} He laughed and said {It like that It's simple, grab the package and come right a tattoo shop, it's called...} Shhh don't snitch {They some nice cats} Nice {Cool as an icepack} Well alright jack is a must a hush, other than that I don't give a fuck} Cool, I got this, done like dinner And then I stepped out into the
I got behind the of my vehicle Streetlights on my face, you can see it glow The rearview got clearer I starting talking to the in the mirror I said, you should go back in and Sunny understand, everything will be fine Sean calm down, get a grip, tripping I took a deep breath and put the key in the Stop being a now, man up Rolling down with thoughts of handcuffs Pulled out on Lyndale, killed by a couple of side of my pickup truck