Wheelman
Judge Santiago Burdon
This run is my swan song, after tonight this smugglings gonna stop, every headlight in my rearview mirror, looks like it’s a cop, all these kilos in back, they’re weighing heavy on my mind, I can’t get busted, Lord knows I’m too old to do anymore time. I
I sleep with one eye open, I keep the other on my gun, I’m the only friend I’ve got, and I’m not sure, he’s one I can trust, you think it’s easy money, it costs far more than it’s worth, profit made from broken lives, blood stained and cursed.
I run on stolen luck and unanswered prayers, no guarantees in this business, my only insurance is some criminal’s word. Everyone with an alias, my real name I forgot, lost my wife and my family, and too many friends to count.
Before you pass judgment I'm not the one to blame
I'm just a Wheelman, bringing you, you and you what it is you crave.
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