SuperMarket blues

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Bang bang...I shot you down..Bang bang..you hit the ground

..Bang bang..

Midnight in front of the grocery store; what was supposed to be a quick job in and out into something more.

Black ski mask covering my face; Blood spots on my converse.

Shock in my face; everything went wrong like the first journey into space.

We arrived in the supermarket, no problem; No arguing.

From us that was common thing.

Money the root of all evil as we told the cashier to cash out; Sticking 9m's in face while my partners on the look out.

Stupid fool pulled my mask off; my partner hesitated and suggested we ran off.

Camera caught us in 3d, the cashier knew it was me, he had to go;

Never shot anyone and never intended to...but he had to go.

Blew his brains all over the clock behind his stall, 3 o'clock; silence in the air, all you heard was tick tock....tick tock.

Agony in the face, as we started to debate, we looking at 15years as cellmates;

Somehow, the atmoshpere changed..and pistols pointed, just us two in the shop so someone was to be checkmated.

Electricity, as sparks charged of our aura of evil, finger on the trigger; He my homeboy, at times I took him as a brother figure.

Shoot or be killed; situation out of control as we had 3 seconds to make a decision..

"I'm sorry bro"