Woke up like I always do, ready to move,
washed my sins away, some too heavy to lose.
Badge on my chain, gun strapped to my waist,
another day tossing trash into a cage.
Then again, maybe I'll have to smash waste,
let the bullets clap against a masked face.
Check my reports, see what we've got,
a burning resort led to police lost.
I'll tell you now, I don't believe God...
but if he exists then he doesn't heed cops.
My partner isn't answering his texts,
normally that means he's at the gym, mid-set.
So I drive by, strangely he isn't here,
hope he's alright, this is really weird.
I pull up to the store to buy a drink,
when I seen a heist across the street.
Three shooters, and one reclined in the driver's seat,
I call it in then unload a clip while the driver screamed.
The other three scurry out the front door blasting,
sounding like a storm passing, it's a war clashing.
I unload my second clip into a kid loading his piece,
when buckshot rips my knee, I drop to the concrete.
Manage to hit the Achilles tendon of the thug that shot me,
then put another slug into one of his major arteries.
The last shooter jumps over my car and disarms me in one breath,
kneels down and opens my vest, puts two calibers into my chest.
Throws the money into his trunk, tosses out the dead mobster,
I can't even budge, choking on blood, he comes back and removes his mask
-- that last shooter was my partner.
