Guilty Interlude

They kill the guilty, I'm dealin' with guilt that kills me Same shit, alone in the room but I fill seats I should've sung the blues on Ill Street I had to run the younger goons off killstreaks The spouse will appreciate it My son was born in it, he will not get initiated And he will not be affiliated We run the home team, won't be pops of the bitch he faded She'll likely have him by the balls though Cowboy hat, Derringer with the Marlboro Wild west, milk the game, get the cow dressed Yes, blessed