Lyrics Frank Goodman - Patrick Sauvé

The man I see he was twisted
Push through the rain with a wish list
He needs a big score on the low
Can't even think what his misses
Would do if she knew about his business
He's even got a kid at home
Compelled by the sadness
This is the madness pushing him on
Something deep inside
Something seems to hide till he has no control
I said
Old man just go home
Don't go down this road
Please I'm telling you
In and out through the corner store
Hit a lick but he wanted more
He's got devious thoughts
A trigger finger this man is at war
This gentleman gone bad
Frank Goodman was feeling confident after his first successful robbery
But he wasn't finished infact he was just getting started
He took a look to the bank and he ran
Thank god for his luck grip the piece in his hand
Felt no guilt and no reason to bolt
Except his conscious at play with a reason it spoke
He didn't listen
Thought that he was tripping while kickin down the door
Man I'm your conscious stop this
It's not right you can't rob him let's be honest
You're not thinking straight
Now let's contemplate
There consequences might I mention that the cam bendin
While you flexing
He's thinking of family
And his hearts in the right place
But he's acting madly
Puts his mind in the worst place
Gripping that gun he can feel the rush
Just wants to dip with his pride and his cut
There goes his conscious one again
I said
Old man just go home
Don't go down this road
Please I'm telling you
A bag of money real quick he scored
Hunnid thousand dollar reward
He's got devious thoughts
A trigger finger this man is at war
This gentleman gone bad
Madman was walking around
Tryna find an exit but nothin he found could just
Get him out quickly
Agitated and police on the scene
Bystander tried to take him down
But he saw real quick put a shot in his frown
Cops react one snipe to the head
Leaving this pour soul dead