No Turning Back
A bottle of Hennessy and a bag of weed
I like my medication sour I’m from a different breed
A mask on my face I feel like Assassins creed
I need my brain solid as Concrete
I’m about to perform a crime of greed
Left with no option my family I must feed
They will judge but to me this is an important deed
Something I badly need
We approach the bank at a slow speed
Everything is going to plan as we agreed
Guns on our laps as we proceed
I am a stand up guy so I took the lead
Bang!Bang! Bullets pierced through the door , bodies lay helpless as they bleed
Others started to Plead
But even this could not impede
And we kept moving without heed
To be continued..............................
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