Desperate Measures

It was his first time, backpack on his back Walking through the double doors Black hat on his cap Eyes deep below the brim with grim look on face Held his head low so know one got a look at his face Heart racing, second guessing every step that hes steppin Coz he know it bout to get, hectic any second Swet inside his palm drippin down his neck coz hes stressin But the feeling goes thinking bout the net that hes gettin Adrenaline gettin him hyped through the mood as it passed As hes looking around the room for security gaurds Choosing a path with a pace that is soon to be fast Takes his backpack off when undoing the clasp Producing a mask, avoiding Cameras stuck on record He snuck as he draw the 44 tucked in his draws Feeling sick to his gut never done this before Everybody on the fuckin floor Now Put your hands up, no silent alarms I constantly, wanna see the inside of your palms No body get brave, just stay all quite and calm Just one mistake this clip make the light into dark As u die in the arms, of a complete stranger I aint fuckin leaving here till i got me paper Aint negotiatin with pigs so release the pager Touch ya phone get ya blown back to jesus wanker Be a banker, put the cash in my bag Gimme ya D.L slag where you reside at Im coming to ya house if ya stash in a dye pack Your whole fuckin fam get Tapped like Hi-Hat Its been a long road to these Desperate messures Empty pantry no cheese milk bread or lettuce I guess the endless bills n The stress of letters Sent with the headers From these debt collectors will get us here Done deal, did a dash to his K.T.M That he parked outside by the A.T.M Heart racing Hands shaking as hes placing them On throttle kicking gears as he changing them At high speeds through tight streets, alleys n lane ways Hit he main road where hed happily stay straight Not long till his home where his family lay wait But saw the cops, panicked n erratically changed lanes They Gave chase, as he dropped it back another gear Popped it up onto the back Coppers catchin up the rear He aint stoppin got it flat floggin dashing from the fear I aint going back to casurina man i gotta veer To an exit, gotta get it together man Cant go to jail he'd forever a set of plans His boys just been born, wants to be a better man But dont know how, so for now, its the best he can He goes west on Seventh, left right on Seville Up past alteri deli then right past Cecils He just shook the cops and just starts to chill But a ute backed out as he brake hard but still He lay in two pieces his bike sprayed to clatter The po-lice arrived as bystanders shutter They counted up the cash in a tight band a rubber Equated to around like nine grand or under Price of a life, Son wife and his mother He coulda made the bread but he try snatch the butter Ran like the lightening, crashed like the thunder Dance with the devil he might scratch ya number