armed robbery

[Fig]

Brain scattered as a haitian house of cards, trajectory
out of entropy's shooting him to the target...
...Hands burn from firearm that he's armed with, down the street
he's scheming a robbery on the market...
Losing grip, but never when it comes to Wesson he's flexin
Sweating bullets, releasing tension in head and in weapon
Rushes counter like adrenaline when ending impends
Facing the witnesses, as they, face an imminent end
Tells em toss it in the burlap or look last in dirt nap
the workers moving skirmish frantic searching for a firm stack
Takes it then he spurts, fast, out of the premises
Hides the evidence through fire. Puts to ashes his "work" mask.
he learned fast, after many years and identities
the fire of his motive will blind him to all the penalties.
Binds him to idle specialties; aquire money stealthily.
Doesn't bite morality, fuck it, he has a mouth to feed
His own devoured seed. A man, driven to shambles
tryna link his son to freedom through societies shackles
There's a hunger in his kid, so he's willing to mad steal,
and act real, past the starving vision he can't fill...
To reach his sky of dreams, he's gotta tell em put em up
Inspirirations in his child's eyes; he doesn't look enough.
Makes a crooked run, tryna put his on a straight path
So weigh the situation, who's the criminal this case...Class?