Testo Manuel's Story

The other day my uncle told me a story
He said son, it gets a bit boring

One night I had to flee and leave line
My older brother stole some heavy contraband
They came for him he wasn't dead then they came for me
The drug cartel made me a refugee
Two motorcyclists came towards me
Right away I knew they were the enemy
I saw the malice in their eyes
But I owned a .22, to their surprise

The gunman jumped on the back of the bike
Cold blooding terror is nothing I like
Adrenaline went [?] my brain
Couldn't let these killings erase my name

I let a bunch of bullets fly
Then I took off running towards the sky
I'll never know if they got hit
But there was nobody behind me I split
I ran back home as fast as I could
Knowing just now I had to leave for good
I packed a bag with the few I own
Deal gone bad will never leave me alone

I heard a dozen cars scream by
Mercenary always sly
They were ready to take my life that day
Thats why I live right here, five hundred miles away