x3 it s been a long time coming lock stock coming for the livestock running for their lives it s been a long time coming lock stock coming mettle to metal the medals of honor pierce his chest kettle to kettle man his heart is black it bleeds for death to all the rebels livin off the laws that fear suggests he appears a mess but there s this message he s decoded and he s the envy of the unknowing but all willing to picture it all perfect he talks into this mic with nothing in mind the image is all worth it no worship in his blood or curse is worth believin in he s up and he s leavin a love for no reason now he s making his rounds he pounds his chest and hits the street he s bad to the bone with bad bones but he don t admit defeat visits the meek who inherently speak through a well oiled machine of a heart and it don t back off comes from a back log of lost and tough luck he s completely punch drunk and too exhausted to touch love but it s kept tucked away with a new fade proof innocence that s underage and overpaid attention to and since he s destined to live without a destiny to rest into he ll just search for recipes from entries to exit wounds sets the moonshine down writes another victim s tune and washes the blood from his hands with drinks until his fingers prune he never had faith in god only trusts the custody he seeks and he d just love to have you judge him by the company he keeps the company of wolves customized and cunning up up and running wild in the streets running running he s cuttin it close he s luxury class he s up in the smoke and ash of habits that have broken fast but he s crass so don t cross him he s wild in sorrow he manages his emotions and lights another marlboro 