| Stared at me with his cold eyes, who was this old guy?
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| Drug him in the building, as police drive by Took out my four-five, cocked it, put it to his forehead
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| Dugout his pockets, went in his shirt, and took his locket
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| Threw him near the garbage, aimed the gun and shot it Then dodged quick, how that, so fast, felt the wind go past
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| Everything went in a flash, hopped over the trash
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| I ran around the corner, cut up the alley
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| And made to the backdoor in the lobby, then I stopped
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| My eyes was shot, all my stolen goods dropped
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| My body stood still like a rock
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| I saw this kid holdin’a four-five, with the same old guy
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| With the same cold eyes, I looked out the building
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| Saw the same cop car roll by It woke me out the trance when I heard a shot
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| Saw the old man cry, shit drop, by the garbage
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| Kid disappeared somewhere through the project
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| So I chased him, called his name, 'round the corner
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| Up the block, through the alley
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| Though the backdoor into a lobby
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| When I came in, I saw the kid backin’up, with his gat in his clutch
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| And floor full of stuff that he stoled from that man
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| I glanced over the kid’s shoulders, I seen the same old man
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| Another young dude with the gun in his hand
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| Pointed at the old man’s head, makin’demands
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| I looked out the lobby door, saw the same police man
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| Drove by, it was no surprise, I said shot
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| At the same time I heard a gun pop
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| Looked at the garbage, saw a man lyin’there crotchin'
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| Couldn’t believe what I was watchin', I walked near him
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| Should I fear him, I said to myself, it’s gettin’weird son
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| I told to old man, stared in his cold eyes
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| At the same time I felt the ghost go by
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| I looked up, saw me, holdin’the four-five
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| I glanced back at him, asked him, what’s happenin'
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| What’s the meaning? |
| Am I dreaming?
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| He whispered, the locket that you stole from me Open it, there’s a picture
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| So I opened the locket on the silver chain
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| Saw a picture of him, and he had the same initials as my name
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| Hope I’m not goin’insane, I can’t explain, somethin’is strange
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| I took off the old man’s frames, put 'em on my eyes
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| At the same time, the old man died
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| Then I cried, I felt like something inside me died
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| It got weird too, cuz out of nowhere
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| I asked myself, do I fear you?
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| And a beard grew, I felt my face, took out a mirror
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| Looked in it, my hair was silver and in terror
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| My body got cold, I broke the mirror, I felt I was old
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| So I closed the locket, put the chain over my head
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| Hid the picture in my shirt, like a curse
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| I stood up and walked outside
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| Where a kid was waitin’for me, with a loaded four-five
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| I didn’t say a word, I just stared in his eyes
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| Said to myself, I know this guy
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| Then he grabbed me by my shirt, then he drug me inside
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| I asked him why, but he didn’t reply
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| Fuck it, I might be high
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| He reached in my pocket, he dug in my shirt
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| That’s what I thought, damn, my locket
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| Went and pointed the gun and cocked it Then he shot it, no, what’s goin’on…
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| He stared at me with his cold eyes, who was this old guy?
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| Drug him in the building, as police drive by Took out my four-five, cocked it, put it… |