Wasted — Based on a True Story
Thumping!
I feel my heart in my chest.
Too young to die, to be laid to rest.
All the hustling and banging just to get a payday.
It ain’t like the movies about the gangster’s heyday.
Every move I make, I know I’m being seen
By the surveillance team — the military machine.
Bits and pieces, hidden in the trunk:
Powder, brown and a bag of skunk.
I’m getting too old to play this game.
The punks are getting younger, but the rules stay the same:
Dog eat dog. It’s all about the cash.
Get in my way, I’ll erase you like a skin rash!
Bullets keep flying past my ears
My kids are too young to be shedding tears
‘Cause of my mistakes that go back years
When I thought the gun would sort out my fears.
It started with a favour for an older kid.
Next thing you know, he’d hit the skids.
I was the boss, the boy with the power —
Every wannabe gangster’s man of the hour.
