Apostle Of Hustle - My Sword Hand's Anger Lyrics
One day an angel told me, "your time here is fleeting"Behind his back - a pistol - here comes a beatingHis suit, his silk, flower / but my razor is faster"Hey Carlos, you been drinkin' Florida water"Looking for a new techniqueThey never believe I put my weapons downAnother page turns in the bookAnother one falls on their knees to the groundA message from the tiger & she shivered like chord on a harp:"The bedroom must be returned to its original sailor"She reached for the lipstick from her handbagOn the edge of the sink & the sad loves surrounded the lade of perpetual squalor