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yesterday morning i went out for a cup of coffee i shaved then i combed my hair a man who didn't know me said something to my back i stopped to turn around and face it that is why i pack my .25 where nobody knows right above my boot it's the law no one there to serve you why not be the hero? why not be your own? swear i'll kill you! swear that i'll kill you the law--it's the law every man out on the street knows swear that i'll kill you i dreamt all yesterday how i might make a man feel with a gun up to his face he'd show respect to me i don't care what you're thinking i'll wipe that thought away From Letras Mania