A man with a gun Steps from an allyway gloomed Aimed it at me And froze me where I stood He said, "Son, lemme ask you a question. As death stares you in the eye, Are you afraid for your money, Or do you fear for your life?"
Neither, was the response From between those clenched teeth
I am unselfish in materials; you can have all my things. And my body is ready for when the angels start to sing
"I think you're lyin'" Said the man with the gun "I can see it in yer eyes, I bet you want to run"
If you do what you do and you say that you may then my family'll be left in such disarray My mum will become but just a shell of herself and my dad in his grief destroy a lamp or a shelf My sisters will wear black for a week My brothers will search for you in the streets Who knows better than you where these streets can take? My Woman may die from a broken heart, and my children may never know that I was there from the very start My friends will all cry and spill a beer in the dirt and my dog may become violent as he guards my last worn shirt My grandkids will know The year that I die But they'll never know like knew the joy of a grandparents smile I do fear this in my death, good sir but I've no fear of dying.
The man shook his head shaken to his core His eyes stared for a moment before they met mine once more
"Get out of here", he said in tone real low "Go, and speak of dying no more, For I am the son of a father Who was killed when I was four"