Armed Robber : Gangster

Living life on the edge as others are gagged and bound,

What a rush, What a rush

Power from the pistol gains respect,

It makes all hush as they look down its neck

It use to matter that I could not read, but now

I am bowed to before people who plead then bleed

The power held in my steadfast grip has changed the course of my life, from a choir singer when I was a youngster to almost God Like overnight

I feel my victims fear and feed on it with delight, I use to let them all go but somehow that did not seem right,

It maybe possible I have lost control, for Im not sure who I am anymore and have become empty without a soul

Sooner or later the power from the grip means nothing anymore, instead it is Gods love that we truly search for, family and friends will spit on my grave while the Lord will kick dirt in my face

Once the lines crossed its hard to go back, justice becomes blue steel to my head as its my turn to get whacked....."BANG,BANG"