To Those With Trust

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There's truth in the words of those casting some doubt
Mine's a mixture, but a story's coming outta my mouth
Since little rodent, he was playing games of cat and mouse
Under 20, needing money. Lonely like an empty house
Situation got him strangled. Losing breath by the minute
Ripping hair, head angled. One degree, stress spins it
Weaving side to side through the busy streets like a boxer
Heard talk of a crew run by a champ named Oscar
So he flew up the steps and then knocked on the front
Bodyguard said blunt "what the hell do you want
Put it sharp but suspicious Hey, I won't rob
So turn the knob, Oscar's got me a job
Whispers down the corridor, sounding like backup plans
Had a talk, shook his hand, Oscar says my mans
We work an honest game, ain't no room for a cheater
Made him feel at home. Gave him warmth from a heater
Kept it close by his side, no need for fire
Last man to the list, no more room left to hire
Hours spent moving boxes in and out of the floor
Driving places to store incase they needed more
Thought he was dreaming, now sleeping while smiling
Call it value mining because the assets were pilling
The holidays he was jetting. The bling he was getting
Lying smooth on satin. All nighters with sweating
Life so sweat it was creaming. No way he was leaving
No scores to make even until late one evening
Drove to the spot. Oscar Ay, come here
New business partner, no fear. Ah you must have forgot
He'll take the shot. Name, time and location
His head gets perspiration and his face says what
Oscar pulls him close. Tells him This or no pay
Squeeze, hurts. Ok. Radios song start to play

Those good times were real, not just a memory
Sitting back in a van, taking shots of Hennessey
Thinking about the clash. Will add one to God's roster
But his mind will flash about the words from Oscar
He knows what's at stake, but Oscar seemed too glad
So the dove was a snake, he's just prey for the bad
To move as they please. They don't care about pain
Grabs his head to keep sane. Outside, it starts to rain
Head starts to ache. Van door opens to fate
No time to say wait and pulled the trigger too late
Blood on the windows, tires leaving skid marks
Fire stabs in the flesh, mind fades to darks
Machine sounds by the bed. News, Oscar has fled
Police tell it full straight, that jail is fate
Unless he makes a deal, then his cuffs will unlock
Give a few names, or lose all his stock
He fell from the top. He needs a new direction
So they asked the questions, now in witness protection
We've reached the conclusion. Knowing this is a must
Up's and down's always come from the people you trust

Yeah. It's Wize the Warlock

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