Empty Wallet Blues Video (MV)

Once had money and I now got nothing
Except the clothes on my back and a slick black coffin
Empty wallet and a pocket full of thin air
Boots worn thin, broken lighter, laid bare

Oh, oh, oh
But I got freedom in my lungs
Bullets in my guns
Pride inside my throat
Gasoline to feed the heat
Nicotine and whisky neat
Greet my ghosts
Beat the devil at his game
Steal his cash and take his name
Make him atone
Makes a satisfying heart attack snap when I rack it

Domine, non sum dignus ut intres sub tectum meum;
Sed tantum dic verbo, et sanabitur anima mea

Once had a thousand and I blew it on a lady
Slavery, you couldn't take my chains if you paid me
Money, murder, mania, the living made me lazy
Chose to lose it all cause I was lame and I blame me

Oh, oh, oh
But I got freedom in my lungs
Bullets in my guns
Pride inside my throat
Gasoline to feed the heat
Nicotine and whisky neat
Greet my ghosts
Beat the devil at his game
Steal his cash and take his name
Make him atone
Makes a satisfying heart attack snap when I rack it (Back)

But the click clack holstered in the back
Makes a satisfying heart attack snap
When I rack it, black metal on the slide
And i'll point it at the guy when I rob the nine to five joint
Loaded up with nine mill hollow point
Steel cap ratatat strap really roughing with the gat
Rapper get a fat stack with the longer cap mag
While they're filling up the sack
And I never take the flak, cause i'm armoured in the truck
And I'm running off the track