Little Bones Nicky was crafty and tricky and that *** was cool. Yeah, that *** was cool. Wires got crossed when I was about three. Dad had bloody heavy hands, used them on me. My mama, bless her heart, she gave me a start. She got killed, bad man, dad sniffed in a scam. Grew up in the system, bounced a couple homes. This woman, Mary, gifted me hand-me-down clothes. Shy at the start till this guy named Shifty who had a hundred pounds on me called me Little Bones Nicky. Target aimed straight at my face, big house of kids. Credits, cake, rounded up a couple bucks, got it freshly baked. Sat down to dinner, put it right in his face. Right in his *** face. You're not gonna push me around. You can't get me down, down, down. You're not gonna push me around. You can't get me down, down, down. Bounced ahead a couple years, king of my peers. We'd bite the block, cheers and pretty girls' beers. Did alright for myself, petty thefts I pulled. Dropped out of school, built a circle of bulls. Needed more money, covered head to toe. Snuck up, stuttered, took a stash and drove. Cash, stash, pouring in, bulk of it up my nose. How dumb I was, twenty wide and way out of control. The cops kicked down the door. Skidded a line right up my throat. Said that's one way to go down. Knew I was hard as rock. Was hard as rock. Hard as rock. You're not gonna push me around. You can't get me down, down, down. You're not gonna push me around. You can't get me down, down, down. Bar's new world, who could I trust? Killers were nice, smugglers were pro. Met a man named Ben, quite sharp and weighty. Gave me books about money and cities. Taught me real hopes, only years could've gained. Looked out for each other, MO's the same. That night I heard Ben turning fifty in May. Yelling so loud, two decades re-aged. Found him cornered, passed down shanked. Didn't even think twice when it barely blinked. If it cost me my life, man, I'd save my only friend. That's something I could live with. I could take that to the end. If it cost me my life, man, I'd save my only friend. That's something I could live with. I could take that to the end. You're not gonna push me around. You can't get me down, down, down. You're not gonna push me around. You can't get me down, down, down. Now every morning, coffee park. Walking around the city, deals light or dark. I'm straight edge as a punk. Well-mannered and I feel free. Try to do what I thought was best. And that's coming to the grave with me. As I lay here in my final nights, I try to have a laugh. I didn't win the game of life. But I'd give myself a pass.