The Watering Hole - Blueprint

Inside of a smoke filled, no frills, watering hole

An old man kicks the jukebox, stubbing his toe

The bartender glances up with a stare so cold

And tells the man that «if you do that shit again you can go»

It’s either too loud or no sound, torn up or broke down

Everything’s extreme, Sped up or slowed down

Gang signs and call girls, soft white and crack sales

For business men the model is «don't ask don’t tell»

I’m a creature of the night so i been here before

Ordered a drink to try to swallow what i saw at the store

A petty criminal was shot, put down like a dog

But I still can’t find the killers I’m looking for

Despite the fact that I’ve been on the hunt every day

I’m starting to fell the situation slowly slipping away

For what I did, another innocent kid had to pay

But I’mma make it right and not let those punks get away

I’m at a dark booth scraping paint from off my mask

Using a blade that I usually kept inside of my bag

In my own world until I heard the sound of a glass hit the floor full of beer

and the customers laugh

By the volume of the sound I could tell it was close

Beer splashed on my eyelash and all on my coat

Lift my eyes and see the chick who’s glass just broke

She staring at me all shook like she just saw a ghost

Reached back for my knife, asked if there’s a problem

She grabbed my hand and said «no» in a tone that was calming

Her body was bad, accent was foreign

Her name was Tasha, sat down then started talking

She said, «you don’t know me, but I know who you are

From that night I got attacked and escaped with this scar

I got some information that you might be interested in

The two kids that tried to rape me and killed that kid.»