Sling

I am the descendant of a fallen King
Who fell by two full metal jackets
That placed holes in his heart and temple
While now he's place in one hole
That's six feet below these feet planted here
Because he couldn't grasp the number one rule
About always watching your six or end up six feet
I was once a lone cub raised in these lands
That fall far from pride but more like barren
Yet cruel like this system that decreed
'No child left behind' but I was left behind
To fend for myself in these vicious streets
Grace was always amazing to me
With the sweet sounds of her
Optimistic words, but even she
Couldn't save a wretch like me,
Because my mind is so lost in wickedness
That now it's become a myth
To me that I can someday find
It because I'm so blind by wealth that
I can't see the error of my way
I've become and employee of this corner
So now my vile deeds stack like paper bills
Waiting for the devil to come collect
Every time I pass this vial of angel dust
To a fiend who comes scratching for
Another transaction making their life more
Grim as every hit they take puts them  
One step closer on the path to the Reaper
While I on the other hand I have dealers
To the left of me and Jakes to right
So it's not just fight or flight
It's forever just a gun fight for your corner
Then flight when you see law and order