A car swings around the corner.
Bright, powerful headlights.
I dive under the dashboard.
Gotta stay out of sight.
She'll be down soon.
Blonde.
Blue Eyes.
Breathtakingly Beautiful.
Were both married, six years.
We have no explanation.
Risking our lives.
Trapped in a stormy ocean of passion.
One night a week.
Making love like it's going out of fashion.

Graduated law school at the top of my class.
Eight years at the firm, soon to be a partner.
Gorgeous wife, who loves me to death.
Three wonderful kids, whose world revolves 
around their father.
Great neighbours, terrific friends.
Own my house and a new car.
Black Mercedes Benz.
I'm living the life, I've always wanted to live.
Yet here I am.
Dogging the shadows.
Like a fugitive. 

Tapping on my window.
I let her in, we smiled and kissed.
Forty-five minute drive to the motel.
Parked, got out, heading out of the lot.
Stepped around a blue Chevy.
She's all over my ass.
Giggling, groping, giddy as a kid.
Nigger you are so dead!
Walks out of the shadows, her husband.
Shotgun pointed at my head.
Loud click, it misfires.
Grabbed my burner, dropped to one knee.
Oh God, please don't hurt my man!
She leaps in front of me.
The Glock explodes in my hand.

One.
Two.
Three.
Four.
Five.
Six shots.
Savage thunder, lightning, bright as the Sun.
A fleeting moment in time.
Three lives forever changed.
His, hers and mine.

A car swings around the corner.
Bright, powerful headlights.
I dive under the dashboard.
Gotta stay out of sight.
Wanted.
It was all over the news tonight.
A suspect.
Another brother on the run.
Double homicide.
Murder One.
Who's going to buy my explanation?
They're demanding justice.
Death or life in prison.
Fuck that shit!
I want to be free.
I want to live.
So here I am.
Dogging the shadows.

A fugitive


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