Fake

You want to get that peak,
to satisfy your freak.
You want money sin
to drag your finger thin.

What do you very well know
and I am ready to take your next blow.
You’re a fake
and they put the pan you bake

They play in the life gilde
and I wish you a nice slide.
Even without using a gun
I will send you away from the beautiful sun.

Forget my past
in that at least I’m fast
As I left I was very sad
and maybe that made me damn bad