 I sat down and put a 50 on the bar
A whiskey and a beer, let's forget where we are
And keep 'em coming til I drink that whole grant up
Fillin' up til I can't stand up
Look around, see what the room's got
Well, there's Sonny by the jukebox
Grab my drink, headed over to say peace
But had to think, did I owe him any late fees?
Wait up, no I'm all paid up
I made a square last time I came uptown
"What up, sonny? How's business?"
"How you doin' Sean, I haven't seen you in a couple of minutes
Man, I just been workin' and jerkin'
Tryin' to get the rent right and be perfect
How about you?"
"Oh you know how the game go
Hustle through the wind, rain, snow or tornado"
"Yea, bro, had a good time catchin' up
The bartender kept the drinks fresh enough"
Good conversation, no pretention
I drank up my whole 50 bucks and then some
It was getting close to last call
I grabbed my coat and stood up, like that's all
But Sonny say, "hold up Sean, it's your day
I need a favor, let me throw some money your way"
I sat back down in the booth
I said "I know your deal Sonny, what I gotta do?"
He said "I'll give you three five piece of the pie
If you pick up a package for me on the east side tomorrow"
"Three and a half for an hour and a half
St. Paul and back's only 10 dollar's gas
Yeah, I can handle, give me all the info
Only one thing though, I won't bring a pistol"
He laughed and said "it ain't like that
It's simple, grab the package and come right back"
It's a tattoo shop, it's called 'Shh, Don't Snitch'
They some nice cats (nice cats?) Cool as an ice pack"
"Well alright Jack, discretion is a must
Keep a hush, other than that I don't give a fuck"
Cool, I got this, it's done like dinner
And then I stepped out into the winter
I got behind the wheel of my vehicle
Street light shining on my face, you could see it glow
The reflection in the rearview got clearer
I started talking to the image in the mirror
I said "you should go back in and decline
Sonny'll understand, everything will be fine"
"Sean calm down, get a grip, you're tripping"
I took a deep breath and put the key in the ignition
Stop being a bitch now, man up
Rollin' down 26 with thoughts of handcuffs
Pulled out on Lindel
Killed by a couple of drunks broadside of my pick up truck
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