i get ready for the job with my gun in my palm,
look to the sky and pray as i read a few psalms,
tell my wife that ill be comin in late for dinner,
dont know if ill see her again this may be the last time i kisser,
keep my job hidden from the people i love most,
lemme finish this mission then ill have time to boast,
load the six shells into my smith and wesson,
time to bring justice with my three-fifty-seven,
theres four targets that need hit and i only got six shots,
only use three bullets and you hear the shells drop,
shot through one man and into another,
the other two swiftly dove under cover,
i thought i saw where they went so i quickly hit the corner,
felt a sharp pierce through my chest and my body grew warmer,
i grab for my heart and feel thick substance,
look at my hand and see red and my blood started rushin,
im just a hitman that was sent on a mission,
to kill these 4 men without second guessin,
this was supposed to be my last job now i guess its a lesson,
that even assassins arent unbreakable weapons,
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