Trigger Season

Cold dawn

Camo over prison ink

Boot prints

Cutting through the pine and sink

Phone off

Only got the rifle’s weight

Old sins

Rattling the metal gate

I’m a gangster gone hunting

Same eyes

New sight

Trading back-alley blood

For this frostbit light

Got a target in my crosshair

But I’m fighting my own name

Gangster gone hunting

Trying not to shoot the same

Deer track

Looks like someone running scared

Flashback

Blue lights in the rearview glare

Heart jumps

Finger finds the old reflex

Breathe out

Let the wild judge what’s next

I’m a gangster gone hunting

Same eyes

New sight

Trading back-alley blood

For this frostbit light

Got a target in my crosshair

But I’m fighting my own name

Gangster gone hunting

Trying not to shoot the same

Sky so quiet

I can hear my past

Every shell on the ground like broken glass

Do I pull

Do I pause

Do I turn this back? (hey!)

Or walk out of these woods and never track

I’m a gangster gone hunting

Same eyes

New sight

Trading back-alley blood

For this frostbit light

Got a target in my crosshair

But I’m changing what I claim

Gangster gone hunting

Let the forest take my name