That stain like a shroud That I undertake I won't make a 
sound Not Paid off All the big guns got a reputation Got 
to keep kicking the good man crown You're a well worn 
wash of wallet Watch the floor and get down A dab on the 
head In exchange for a hand So empty instead Of the 
promise I planned To bank on All the big guns have a 
reputation Got to keep kicking the good man crown You're 
a well worn wash of wallet Watch the floor and get down 
On your knees You're going to die You're going to die 
alone Without comfort of our home Without comfort of our 
God And if you've ever done truly wrong Pay off your 
plight Into the bloody hands Of the truly right. 
Righteous