Honest Man`s Fable

Everybody makin` money

`xcept for an honest guy

buddy

you goin` to starve if you play by the book all the time.

So I get a gun

in the first bank I run

All the good folks have their hands holding up.

Nothing bad in my head

just a heist

put the money in the bag, ain`t tellin` you twice.

I sweep the bags of green

hit the streets

punch the gass

got to the headlines, lookin` like real bad a*s.

Tires burnin`

after all the hot miles and all that swervin`

sittin` on the car roof, facin` the sunset

and that`s the real gold

these benjis that I now own

will make sure that house`s warm.

Keep your lush and your posh

and I`m keepin` my soul

Rich men have their game to keep

Little guy desires for respect and dignity

tables stay the same

always remember... honest man`s fable