Bank Job from Strong EP by Harlem Hayfield

Once upon a time there was a stack of bricks
Standing on the corner of Cabrini & Hicks
Three stories tall with no story to tell
Until I landed on the steps & I loaded my shells
Through the turnstyle, one by one
And in the meanwhile, I leveled my gun
Everybody on the floor, hit the mother fucking ground
If you wanna keep your head don’t make a sound

Had a superhero wanna jump in the air
I pulled the trigger twice & dropped some roof in his hair
Back down on the ground, don’t make a mother fucking sound
I been to the pen and I don’t even care
I got away with the bank job counting the cash
Pocket full of money & a secret stash
There’s no… need for me to be on the run
It was a place I had to rob I got away with the bank job

Oh, this load, I carry around on my back
And it’s bound to get cold, when I’m old
If I never take a stand
But this time, I got mine
If for only a moment, I’m standing and owning these crimes
These dimes, are giving me the upper hand

Desperation
The feeling of not knowing where the next dollar is gonna come from
That moment when your family is looking to you to put food on the table
And you just ain't got it like that
You know desperate people lose the thing that make them human beings
Doing wrong things for the right reasons
But you gotta do what you gotta do

Oh, this load, I carry around on my back
And it’s bound to get cold, when I’m old
If I never take a stand
But this time, I got mine
If for only a moment, I’m standing and owning these crimes
These dimes, are giving me the upper hand

• Alternative
• garage soul
• rustbelt
• smooth rock
• soul rock
• Decatur