Anyway, back in the 80s a poor guy's truck broke down in the mountains of Western Montana. He started walking and got tired and sat on a tree stump to rest and lit one up.
Some idiot out hunting shot him in the arm. The group provided aid to the man and got him to town. The guy that shot him was arrested and taken to court. He told
Now the crew's talking, cold streets in December
Word travel fast, gotta move, never tender
One arm short, but his eye on the cheddar
Life dealt pain, but he grind like forever
Female on the line, said she got him that pack
Whispered in code, yeah the system attack
Detroit winters, got salt in the wounds
Coldest survivor, haunted by that afternoon
Mouth full of anger, he ain't speaking to heal
Lost his limb, but he still got the steel
Grit in his soul, ain't forgiving the cop
They still tryna run, he ain’t letting it drop
Pressure stay building, it’s the side you don’t see
Broken body, but his mind set free
Aggressive on the grind, trap lines never slow
Urban survivor, in the shadows he'll go
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