Bag on My Back

Vault door stays, cold steel for a handshake. Ski mask smiles, tell the cameras

I'm fan made. Pistol in the palm, dreams heavy as a anvil.

Heartbeat sinks to the cello, mad scandal. Tell the teller, "Fill a bag.

No delay, love." Time's my accomplice, it don't wait, love.

Violin cries, tension high in the air. Baseline thumps like the cops on

the stairs. In the echo of sirens, we split through the seams.

No room for doubt, just the cash and the dreams. Bag on my

back, running through the smoke. Living with the loot,