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THE CHECKOUT LINE

I made the phone call
he's holdin got the work. 
We gotta have the "ins" this time, 
said he wouldn't front me dirt. 
What we got between us 
still ain't enough to score
Let's hit some jerk at an ATM 
Or take out a liquor store

Warrants out for writin' bad checks. 
Pawned everything we stole or had. 
I'm tired of doing small time crime, 
rolling whores and fags. 
Haven't seen any gumball machines, 
Just Dominos on the road. 
Pull the piece from under the seat 
I gotta feed this Jones

She turns to me grabs my hand 
and she calmly says, 
"Gotta feeling we're goin' down, goin' down We're on the road to ruin 
can't find a place to turn around. 
There's no need to test the water 
when ya know you're gonna drown. 
I gotta a feeling we're goin down. 
Goin' down, goin' down".

We've shared a couple years together, 
Still don't know your real name. 
The only thing we have in common 
is this disease and it's pain. 
Dope makes magnetic friendships 
Until the poles get turned around. 
Look up ahead there's a Mini Mart. 
We score then leave this town.

We only need enough, 
to feed the monkey twice. 
I'll take the clerk you hit the till. 
Now listen to my advice. 
Don't turn your back to the rear door. 
Don't worry about the safe. 
Lift and check under the drawer insert. 
Grab the cash and we're outta the place!

She forces a smile and says to me.
 "Gotta feeling we're goin' down, goin' down We're on the road to ruin 
can't find a place to turn around. 
There's no need to test the water
when ya know you're gonna drown. 
I gotta a feeling we're goin' down".

I never saw the second guy 
behind the office door. 
Only heard the shots 
And watched her drop 
laying motionless on the floor.. 
I emptied my gatt 
not one found home. 
Used every hot rock in my clip. 
Pulled the trigger on my 3x3 
and only heard a click, 
I knelt down put my hands in the air. 
He knew I was his bitch. 
I called out to her, 
there was no response. 
Why did it go down like this?

It wasn't all a lost cause. 
Someone had to pay the price.
Emily Maxwell traded this world 
For a better life.
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