We're pulling off heists and putting on wigs.nWe're gathering ice off of flipped over Brinks trucksnand everybody suspects us.nnThey rounded us up and rounded us down.nThey ground our bones up and founded a town.nWhere were the Prophets when I got my beat down?nnCrack! Goes the crescent wrench.nBack to the present tense.nTony's talking to me 'bout, Get my money out!nLegs shattered, teeth chatter, Tony's crony's like,nWhat's the matter?nnRack, pull the focus in,ntrapped in the basement digging like a rabbit for a couple of karats.nSqueezing out of dryer vents, on to my retirement,nhopping over hedges, and I'm back out on the street again.nnCrack! Crack! Crack!nnWhere's that coming at?nSlugs in the shrubs. Kid down the streetnpissing from his pistol from about three hundred feet.nDidn't catch his cousin creeping up on me.nnThere's no better time to let the cannons flynbecause there are no whites and there are no eyes.