C E LL O P H A NE

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Let me begin by saying
I don't think this man knew what he had in store
He opened the door and found the bag under the floor
Not a peep, Always working the lot
Get the flame, aim, POP
Open the box and take off
out the back of the pawn shop
Scoping the lot
Hoping the cops hadn't seen the plates on his car
He felt like he been hustling so hard
like a demon he pumped a cold heart
play it cool like Humphrey Bogart
Put the rings on his chain attached by both parts
He did the drop
One ring in a bag
Envelope, all the money he had
Left the money and the ring in a slow exhale
Two weeks went by
Got a box in the mail
In the box was a bullet made of gold
Melted down from the ring,
Recast with two rings and a band
And he stared at it sittin' the palm of his hand
And sat down next to a picture that sat on the nightstand
It was his wife in the picture on his side
With the ring on the finger on the week that she died
As he looked in the reflection, at those eyes so red
He put the bullet in a gun
And put it right in his head
Like that

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