BFN JHD gangster or celebrity
Side of the ride Having fun
Q the smoking Tommy gun
Slick suits and boots wide brimmed hats
Banks go down around these cats
No fear of law no fear at all
Do what they want until they fall
did they all go out in a blaze of glory
Or was there end a different story
Dodging bullets dogging feds
Mega bucks upon there heads
Were they greedy were they lazy
Born to steal or just plan crazy
The Windy City not so pretty
Shootings beatings tough and gritty
live life fast and pay the price
were they naughty were they nice
no remorse and no regret
happy with the end they met
always there for us to see
Their written into history
Life Is Mortal Combat
By Rick Rucker
Life is mortal combat, sorry for the name,
Life is mortal combat, and I do not mean the game!
It starts out rather meekly, just as we are born,
But it gets far tougher, as we are old and worn!
At a time when we could use all our remaining power,
Life cruelly throws all she has got at us, in our final hour!
For my money, I would rather die a lion, than to die a sheep,
To go out in a blaze of glory, than to sneak out, in my sleep!
Rather fight a duel, to the death, in the blazing light,
Than to cry and shake, a coward, through the long and lonely night!
When I see Saint Peter, I will say that I was not always right,
But I will wager that Death knew he was in a terrific fight!
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