The other day my uncle told me a storyHe said, "Son, it gets a bit goryOne night I had to flee and leave my landMy older brother stole some heavy contrabandThey came for him, he wasn't there, they came for meThe drug cartel made me a refugee""Two motorcyclists came towards meRight away I knew they were the enemyI saw the malice in their eyesBut I held a twenty-two, to their surprise""The gunman jumped off the back of the bikeCold-blooded terror is nothing I likeAdrenaline rippin' apart my brainCouldn't let these killers erase my name"I let a bunch of bullets flyThen I took off running towards the skyI'll never know if they got hitBut there was nobody behind me when I split""I ran back home as fast as I couldNo choice now, I had to leave for goodI packed a bag, the few things I ownDeal gone bad will never leave me alone""I heard a dozen cars creep byMercenary always slyThey were ready to take my life that dayThat's why I live right here, five hundred miles away"
