Brooklyn Lyrics

It's a miracle I'm intact

Just robbed a store with a black pistol made of plastic

Fat bag of dough and some chapstick

While I was walking out the cashier pulled out the mac

Click POW!

The bullet brushed past my ear and hit my glasses

POW again, he missed

I ducked down and went around the section with bags of chips

Thinking how I'm 'bout to get out of this

Heart jumping out of my chest

I got no vest

But now's the time to think of what's next

Because my mom's gotta have her medication

My dad went on vacation and never came back

Leaving me with these two younger siblings

No cash

So now I'm forced to go back to making scrap

Off these zip lock bags and ripping tags of rags

Eyes have those bags

Nobody willing to hire me

They talk like it's my fault I got no SSID

Now I'm feeling my clothes get sticky as soda cans are exploding

The doors of glass are destroyed as each blow from his mac implodes 'em

Look down at the ground for any weapons at all

Thinking to myself that this plastic burner was flawed

Glanced at it, then tossed it

Never been so nauseous

Come across this girl curled up in a ball

A hostage situation my only chance of escape

I shake her up and tell her that she's the one imma take

I reach into my back pack, pull out my pocket knife

And then before I know it she goes running for her life

I tried to grab the end of her dress

But she was out of my reach and headed strait for the exit

And then all the sudden I heard a pop

As she turned the corner she dropped

The bullet that was meant for me

She had tragically caught

My world stopped

There was silence for a moment

I felt my heart sink in my stomach and turn cold then

The cashier slowly walked over to where her body laid

Dropped his gun, fell to his knees, and called her by her name

Wasn't the first time I'd seen someone cry over a loved one

But what was the reason she died?

Never mind that

Grab my bag and my cap

Thank the Lord I'm not clapped

If I'm robbing, I'm strapped

Made my way out

Stepping over glass and whatever

Walked by the girl on the floor, had a white sweater

The cashier didn't look

Had his face in his palm

Kept saying the name "Brook"

It was tatted on his arm

Push the door open and close my eyes, let the sun soak in

Feel the breeze, got feeling back in my knees

But right as I turn to leave

Two cops about 30 feet got weapons pointed at me

And one of them yells "Freeze!"