Bullet Proof

Born and raised in a cloud of doubt Moon showers in the night over rooftops Curse upon the heavens Momma wakes up hung over from a life Full of dead promises and a bed full of hooligans He took me to his crib last night Poured a cup of wine Half empty like the night we spent Filled me up like a cork of course Went a few rounds Gang war filled up with magnums 2am and the nights still young Wore the boy out like a heel on a concrete dream This isn't what it seems This one here's for each borough gypsy Taking the train canteen filled up with whiskey This one here's for each borough gypsy Journey through life bedrooms are bullet proof