Breakdown

This here is a tale..one of a kind..

Used to be , pumping up all the glory I could find..

Hating, and heart aching is what changed me..is what made me..

And now this metal that I holster, that I believe in…

A 9 mm? a berretta? .. my alphanumerics spell me wrong..

No more honor..this time for the money, for the she`s and for the high-end..



They don’t recognize me no more…Gambit is old news..This new hustler is not your friend

I slugged you in your dreams..so beware..i left one in the chamber..this is for tomorrow.

Its nothing personal..just something I fantasize..

The clouds gather..and blood pours, in sheets and in fury..

My heart opens. my eyes close, the crowd cheers..

To the death we pledge, to heroism we turn..

Left and right, the swing is wrong..

My outfit gets stained..but this is a no return zone..



The end nears..and the fatality increases…

Its time to put faith on my piece..and I get trigger happy..

He dodges me, and replies with a colt..

Darkness envelopes and death becomes a friend…

I would rather die than walk the defeated lane..

Gambit looks on…wishing he would have been an ally..

He puts away the colt...time stops…I am gone.