Apostle Of Hustle - My Sword Hand's Anger lyrics

One day an angel told me, "your time here is fleeting" Behind his back - a pistol - here comes a beating His suit, his silk, flower / but my razor is faster "Hey Carlos, you been drinkin' Florida water" Looking for a new technique They never believe I put my weapons down Another page turns in the book Another one falls on their knees to the ground A message from the tiger & she shivered like chord on a harp: "The bedroom must be returned to its original sailor" She reached for the lipstick from her handbag On the edge of the sink & the sad loves surrounded the lade of perpetual squalor