Wheelman
Wheelman
This run is my swan song
After tonight
This smuggling is going to stop
Every headlight in my rearview mirror
Looks like it's a cop
All these kilos in back
They're weighing heavy on my mind
I can't get busted
Lord knows I'm too old
To do anymore time
I sleep with one eye open
I keep the other on my gun
I'm the only friend I've got
And I'm not sure, he's one I can trust
What you think is easy money
Cost far more than it's worth
I'm paid from people's broken dreams
It's stained with blood and I'm sure it's cursed
Running on borrowed luck and unanswered prayers
There's no contracts in this business
The only insurance you have
Is some criminal's word
I've used so many names
That I'm not sure mine is authentic or not
My alias changes every time a new wheel turns
Everyone I meet has to be somebody I forgot
The playing field has gotten so crowed
Their all fighting for elbow room
You can't tell the players even with a program
Who's on the take or talking out of school.
Don't judge this life of my mine
Don't put the blame on me
I wouldn't be a wheelman and smuggler
If you and you and everyone else didn't have the need
Copyright © Judge Santiago Burdon | Year Posted 2018
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