Lyrics Warren - Steady Hands

Warren

I knew an old man who was so prideful
He had some robberies on his street
So he stayed up all night listening
With a shotgun at his feet
But unfortunately he feel asleep no later then past 2 or 3
And the robber, he took everything
And he left packing some heat
Never victim to the system
He refused to play the game
Whether he bought or sold or 18 holes
He did it his own way
He defined self made, sell you anything
You’d never get away with the shit he did
The only tragedy is he will never have a name sake
I know I’ve never been a saint
But that old man believed in me
And I’m goddamned sure
That I’ll take this to my grave
And be there in elegy
I knew a young man was so grateful
For the life that he had lead
No silver spoon, a one bedroom
He built his business from nothing
He could talk his way out of anything
You’d never get away with this shit these days
But we tried it, and we did it
No matter what they god damn said