— — Gangster In Me — —

And there will always be that gangster in me ….

And I drove the car gently and quietly not making a sound. And we pulled up and the window slowly slide down.

And I raised my arm and looked the man in the eye. And saw the terror and fear pour out of his eyes.
And see his soul flicker one last time. And I pulled the trigger …

And I always wonder whats runs through a mans mind. When he gets caught slipping. And realizes it’s all coming to a violent end. And its a funny thing, watching a man of sin, pray for god so desperately.

Its sad in life how savage we can be. The turning of innocent boys into killing machines.

I feel alive but I am dead. Dead inside. With only one thing left .. being the man in me.

And I promised myself, when my day comes, that I will not cry. That I will take things in stride. And its real important in how one dies … to die with honour and stare at fear dead in the eye.

And the boss looked at me and said …

“Wipe that sad look off your face, the days of loyalty and love are long gone. The world be cold and ruthless. And these people won’t get the message unless we send it. We are the wolves hunting in the night. Survival of the fittest. We are the check to the chin. So sleep good tonight. ”

He always blunt with his words. But always offering re-assurance. In a distracted world filled with vanity, we are the good guys painted bad. Like ghosts finishing the fight.

That Side of Me — Gary Hundle