Warren - Steady Hands

I knew an old man who was so prideful

He had some robberies on his street

So he stayed up all night listening

With a shotgun at his feet

But unfortunately he feel asleep no later then past 2 or 3

And the robber, he took everything

And he left packing some heat

Never victim to the system

He refused to play the game

Whether he bought or sold or 18 holes

He did it his own way

He defined self made, sell you anything

You’d never get away with the shit he did

The only tragedy is he will never have a name sake

I know I’ve never been a saint

But that old man believed in me

And I’m goddamned sure

That I’ll take this to my grave

And be there in elegy

I knew a young man was so grateful

For the life that he had lead

No silver spoon, a one bedroom

He built his business from nothing

He could talk his way out of anything

You’d never get away with this shit these days

But we tried it, and we did it

No matter what they god damn said