Acting cool sat on a stool,
be this,
be this night.
Be still,
be still like it might,
it might happen, the end of time.
Yes, be so drawn, into your mind,
sat on a stool at the edge of the dancefloor,
with a rum and a coke in hand,
just waiting for the man,
waiting for your instructions, waiting for your lines.
Benny Franco, what do you know?
You got the money honey,
yes, the dollars are in the suitcase,
well, I will take them, if you don't mind,
and then, you will hand them the drugs and say thanks,
I’m all for an easy life,
but it is never that way, for there is that fear every time,
there is that fear that is hard to put out of your mind,
and you will be standing there,
with your hand in your pocket,
and one hand on your gun,
a second away from pandemonium,
and your life will flash before your eyes,
and your life, could be over before you know it,
and if you are not fast enough you won't get paid,
but you may get a bullet in the head,
or you may get a bullet in the heart one of these days,
a fair exchange for a kilo of cocaine,
but probably not what your mother,
or your family would say,
but you do not care,
and you pretend you are not afraid, but got to get paid,
got to get paid, then going to get laid,
and thinking of spending the money at the strip club,
down San Diego way,
and having the time of your life if luck is on your side,
but maybe tonight,
it will be an unlucky day and you will die,
but on your way, you go, still smiling,
in this vicious, life you know,
that most sane people do not wish to know,
but on you go, on you go,
walking down the street
