These city streets seem endless sometimes, though I'm far from on my own. But get back to my own patch and I know I've made it home. The bars and clubs and faces now seem more familiar, but the company following me only wants to kill her. She says what she says and she writes what she writes, but it don't make her no friends, be they left or they right. Freedom of speech means nothing if you say the wrong thing, and I'm leading them straight to her, forgive me this thing.
I relax a little now I'm on streets I know well, stop and light a cigarette, a welcoming smell. I pause outside the B.A. bar and have a look around, the rhythm of the violin washes through me, there's no other sound. Inside the place is jumping, I could call friends for aid. But I need to do this alone, and I feel so afraid. I have thugs at my back and they're ready to crack down, I have to linger only a little longer in this old part of town.
She stands for truth and justice, and will always choose to. She speaks for the many who oppose the select few. But safety in numbers is never what it seems, the power is with them and their political machine. And the migrants are migrating, they're all headed south, and the worst thing is to stay around and open your mouth. She can stay in the shadows, but only for so long, before she has to burst forth to shout out what's right and what's wrong.
And my part in this, is that I know of their plan. They'll kidnap and kill her the next chance they can. I've got to try and warn her before it's too late, but I'm being followed around and they know I can't wait. A rock and a hard place, between them I lie, and I have to keep going or someone's going to die.
It's time to go back to my apartment block, the doors off it's hinges, so much for the lock. And inside it's chaos and everythings a mess, and whatever they found here is anybody's guess. But the simplest things are the easiest to miss, and right where I hid it, I find her last list. The times and the places where she will go to meet, and the next one is an hour away, I'll have to be quick on my feet.
So with my tail still behind me, I leave my own place, and begin the last scene of this life or death race. And with my heart pounding and my lungs screaming no, I run to that place where I have to go. I arrive seconds before them and my warning I scream, then chaos and death arrive on the scene. Gunshots ring out and I feel myself go down, covered in dirt and blood on the wrong side of town. But I lift my head up and see her get away, she looks back for a second and smiles softly my way. My mission is over, I've nothing left to do, but lay down and die like I've chosen to.