Desperate Measures Video (MV)

It was his first time, backpack on his back
Walking through the double doors Black hat on his cap
Eyes deep below the brim with grim look on face
Held his head low so know one got a look at his face
Heart racing, second guessing every step that hes steppin
Coz he know it bout to get, hectic any second
Swet inside his palm drippin down his neck coz hes stressin
But the feeling goes thinking bout the net that hes gettin
Adrenaline gettin him hyped through the mood as it passed
As hes looking around the room for security gaurds
Choosing a path with a pace that is soon to be fast
Takes his backpack off when undoing the clasp
Producing a mask, avoiding Cameras stuck on record
He snuck as he draw the 44 tucked in his draws
Feeling sick to his gut never done this before
Everybody on the f*ckin floor
Now Put your hands up, no silent alarms
I constantly, wanna see the inside of your palms
No body get brave, just stay all quite and calm
Just one mistake this clip make the light into dark
As u die in the arms, of a complete stranger
I aint f*ckin leaving here till i got me paper
Aint negotiatin with pigs so release the pager
Touch ya phone get ya blown back to jesus wanker
Be a banker, put the cash in my bag
Gimme ya D.L slag where you reside at
Im coming to ya house if ya stash in a dye pack
Your whole f*ckin fam get Tapped like Hi-Hat
Its been a long road to these Desperate messures
Empty pantry no cheese milk bread or lettuce
I guess the endless bills n The stress of letters
Sent with the headers From these debt collectors will get us here
Done deal, did a dash to his K.T.M
That he parked outside by the A.T.M
Heart racing Hands shaking as hes placing them
On throttle kicking gears as he changing them
At high speeds through tight streets, alleys n lane ways
Hit he main road where hed happily stay straight
Not long till his home where his family lay wait
But saw the cops, panicked n erratically changed lanes
They Gave chase, as he dropped it back another gear
Popped it up onto the back Coppers catchin up the rear
He aint stoppin got it flat floggin dashing from the fear
I aint going back to casurina man i gotta veer
To an exit, gotta get it together man
Cant go to jail he'd forever a set of plans
His boys just been born, wants to be a better man
But dont know how, so for now, its the best he can
He goes west on Seventh, left right on Seville
Up past alteri deli then right past Cecils
He just shook the cops and just starts to chill
But a ute backed out as he brake hard but still
He lay in two pieces his bike sprayed to clatter
The po-lice arrived as bystanders shutter
They counted up the cash in a tight band a rubber
Equated to around like nine grand or under
Price of a life, Son wife and his mother
He coulda made the bread but he try snatch the butter
Ran like the lightening, crashed like the thunder
Dance with the devil he might scratch ya number