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