I Plead the Fifth

A tale of the most dreadful consequences

Unfolding in a Brooklyn shipping yard
Two men with a suitcase full of cash
A group of Dominicans, and a bunch of contraband
Two men with automatic rifles
One getaway driver in a Town Car
Negotiations break down
The still night breaks into cracks of gunfire
Bodies start to drop, the cash is stolen
The town car speeds off into the night
Two wounded men, an associate, and the driver
One man dies, the car stops on a bridge
Bodies dumped into the Gowanus
Speeds off to the subway tunnels
Its time to make our escape
Torch the car, toss the drugs
Alone we creep into the night under the river
Damp and dark, alone with the rats I hear a rumble
Lights coming at me, I jump aside behind a wall
A close miss, I push further for another hour
I make my way up a ladder and look outside
Im in the Lower East Side
Ive got to find a place for us to crash
Sals diner still open at 2am
Its the city that never sleeps
Through the back alley he lets us in
Upstairs theres an office
Finally I can get some rest