my friend Gun
how I remember you well
the day I stole you from my father
he could never love you
like I did
I still remember the day
we held up that bank
and shot up the joint
and how we swore we'd get revenge
on all thoes people
in school
Then that faithful day we
put our plan into action
I can still see thoes people running
begging for their life
and how we denied them
waving their rights
You remember that day
we held them hostage
in the library
and that stupid girl
who said yup
that later found
your seed in her head
Can you see
all thoes federal marshels
trying to take us down
after we got six of them
then you decided it be funny to get jammed
and leave me open
to all thoes officers
who filled me so full of lead
that I was writting out of my ass
for weeks
your were always such a bastard
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