[Verse 1]
Kid with a backpack
Sleeping in a bus stop chair
Hand-me-down jacket
Colder than the people there
Talk big
Laugh loud
Masking that empty gut
Found a way to fill it
Small bag
Small cut
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Last deal on King Street
Blood on the broken curb
You were chasing a little mercy
In a world that never learns
Last deal on King Street
You were running
Out of breath
Traded days for dirty money
Till they paid you back with death
[Verse 2]
Glass in a bottle
Paper tabs under his tongue
Told himself “it’s only business”
Just till the winter’s done
Old mates turned faces
Shadows in the alley’s bend
Owed more than he could cover
To a man who called him “friend”
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[Bridge]
Blue lights flicker on the shopfront glass
Neighbors peeking through their blinds
Spray paint name where the red stains are
Mother screaming
Asking why
“How could they take him for a handful of notes?”
Officer whispers
“that’s how it goes”
But you were just a kid with a crumpled plan
Trying to be tough
Trying to be a man
[Chorus]