the waiting game

As we sit in the safehouse.
Anxious ready as quiet as a mouse.
Paranoid about what could happen in a minute.
The door creaks ever so quietly.
Armed in seconds realising the game will fuckbyou mentally.
As we creep to the door bent down ever so carefully.
Look to the night just a false alarm.
As anyone in this situation would freak peak and tweak.
We are at peace could not be any more calm.
As I feel the drug affect my senses.
I look to the door I feel the hot rush of the gear hit my core.
I stop to think is this just my head.
Fuck these cunt cut them up use there veins for grandmas thread.
This is just apart of our life.
The part were we don't think for there life.

My girl is asleep not even a peep.
I sit downstairs with my brother ready for the raid.
We look to one another and smile we ain't going not before were get paid.

This is a life we chose to be with.
You see this shit on TV but I promise it ain't no myth.
While you be in bed sleeping for work.
We sit in the underworld unseen nothing but a cheesy smirk.

But don't be fooled we can easily turn.
Into the devilish monsters that will stop at nothing to see the cheats burn.
So if I was to leave this earth.
I would want to be set on fire in that urn of mine.
Put in these maggot dogs exhaust so I could fuck them one more time.