Pressing the Button
Don’t press the wrong trigger,
or you’ll get hit by a truth bullet
Peep sound advice: Don’t pull it ...
caliber of proof gon get bigger
Press your luck, if you want to —
false bravado can only cover so much
Twitchy touch get shaky in the clutch,
‘nother slinger paid: No can do
Poster child ain’t cash on the barrel head,
the hired guns come and they go
Some draw fast, and others slow
Can’t get the Judas reward if you’re dead
Chase the rope ... life last longer that way
Swing the holster over the saddle,
stone hands can’t spur skedaddle
Press the panic button, then start to pray
Red buttons on a Simba cat white coat,
stained reputation gotta go get dirt buried
Guns & Roses: Cold viols getting married
Press E button down as last blues note
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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