MTG Salvation

Cold Steel

His gun is all he knows
These streets are what he calls home
Moving from one block to the next,
Whatever the night may bring, another test
He's got no one to love, no one to call his own
The feel of the Beretta in his hand is the only sign he's not alone
Some call him a jack of all trades
Killing hits just to get paid
He prefers the term "mercenary"
Living without sanctuary
His life is the standard tragic story
Of a thug who found his peers deploring
He had to raise himself, his momma was no good
And his daddy ran off, he just another hood
Then momma died and he was all alone
The needles in her arm scattered all around the home
Her path deterred him from going the same way
He vowed to never be a dope fiend, he decided to play the game
And so the game he joined was crooked as could be
But if it weren't, then could I tell you this story?
Of a man who went from nothing to naught
Did you really think he wasn't gonna get shot?
It was a cold, dark night like not too long ago
Windows down, fingers running through his afro
He shot the wrong person's brother, a regular old G
"Mother****er, don't you know you messin' with ME?"
He leapt out the car, his Beretta drawn close
But then came the hail of bullets, he could only dodge most of 'em
He died alone that night, hot lead in his chest
And he never would have guessed that that night would've been his test
The test to see if he would survive beyond then
But most of us don't expect death because we don't know when
Our times are near, but if we did?
Would we live our lives differently instead of like his?
But we're not the focus of this tale, it's him
The cold moon looked down, the stars seemed dim
And in the last breath of frosty-aired night
This man looked down at his hand, gripping tight
His Beretta was the only friend that he ever knew
So how suiting that its cold steel bid him adieu.