Back home knew an outlaw biker.. strong he was big a weight lifter
Caught a little trouble needed cash.. a money stash.. became a grifter
He had lies to surprise any dreamers trick bag eyes.. stories to turn a ladies head..
Night found him day dreaming in his bed.. dreams money led
Then come the day he met Grandma Sadie Sed..
heard she took a .44 belong to Bobby Sed..
took grifter to the country just to have some fun..
introduced a fool to her old man Bobby’s gun..
Poor boy.. eight ball spot.. now what you got?
Thief was solid dick always looking for a trick.. he always hid..
Running keeping quiet bout his thieving hand.. cannot rob a trick once they
understand.. what he does gonna be just what he did..
Bragged on his ‘gift of gab.. talk a dead man off his slab’ Disappear into his lies..
made women who knew him cry
Then he tried to burn old Grandma Sadie Sed..
she took a .44 and took off his fucking head.. Poor boy.. Poor boy Poor boy
Nowadays his only grift is holding his head.. his neck was rearranged by
Grandma Sadie Sed.. Sadie was old and good I heard she still could dance..
processed Whiz never Swiss bad grifter took a chance.. Went on over to Grandma
did I mention his pretension tried to dazzle her in bed?.. Grandma tells it vague..
like ‘kind of rings a bell.. a grandma someplace round the hood blew a grifter all
to hell’ Story ended as began for a handsome buffed proud thief.. so proud he
would strut around like and Indian Chief.. Until the day came when he met old
Grandma Sadie Sed.. who despite pity felt.. separated his fool head.. from a
body had no more time to get sick.. fool lost his head.. Sadie Sed.. had street
cred she never..
been a trick
Thought for this day.. I never allow trepidation or guilt to hamper my ability to protect what is mine.. Peace Tony