Glory Burning Felt

[Verse 1: Slug]
He threw his weapon in the trash dumpster
In the alley way, behind that Irish pub
Then he sprinted like Olympics down the street
Everything went numb except his legs and feet
His car was parked just a few blocks away
He ain't getting caught, nope, not today
And he can hear the faint sounds of the sirens
Time is short, and life's a sport
He tried to push weight like his Face had a Scar
Somebody got to hate and instigate at that bar
He popped that fool, like baby I'm a star
Now he's running to the safety of his baby momma's car
Boy was born to be a soldier
Look over the shoulder as he took the corner
Nobody at the pub knows who he was
They seen him though
Either way, there's a vehicle
Down the street, it's within his reach
The cops are close, hear the tires screech
Hand in the pocket, grab the remote
Then, pop the trunk yeah, hopped in and closed it
Sitting in the cold trunk space
But his head stayed hot from the sweat on his face
Got to keep his cool and think this through
If only he could fall asleep for a few