Alibi
Take a half-truth,
mix it with a half-lie
Toss in a patsy,
create the perfect alibi
Somebody that you murdered,
had to be moved out of the way
Something you wanted in your possession,
you had to kill to get it ...
a blood price you were willing to pay
You took aim at one of your frienemies,
found out what their weak spot was
Lured them with a most basic instinct,
baited the trap for the no-good rat fink
Then you sent in a silent shadow ---
top-notch thief, street handle: "Mud"
To steal something that was stolen,
felt doubly good just because ...
you could do it
Make 'em feel the hurt
when they got hit
And besides, you didn't like 'em
anyway one bit
You loved making 'em get out the game,
making 'em quit
You took what you wanted,
so why did you have to kill 'em?
You say it wasn't that way,
they brought about their own foul play
Pride wouldn't let 'em take the sting,
leave it alone,
just say you got the best of 'em
No, they had to take it to another level,
put a contract out
Hire an out-of-town scout
Second rate criminal trying to jump first class on you
No, that won't abide, that just won't do
So back to the question,
somebody want to know why?
Sorry, wannabe detective,
seems he's got an airtight alibi
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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