waiting

laying down at night thinking they're coming..whispers of demons saying there's no stoping..I hear the dogs barking..thinking in which door they'll be charging..my hand squeezed so tight on a Mossberg knowing that the first one will be artwork..on my wall..this time I dropped the ball and I don't do the 911 call but I'll make they're family bawl ..at they're grave.this will never be the same all for the cost of fame..career gangster and superseded the range..young punks think they can do it like me..they'll remember me once they are 6ft underneath