You lost

We caught you on the curbside
Crossing the road key bleeper in hand
I happened on you pistol tucked in muzzle up
In your side before you could make a fuss

Handover your life
For it´s a game and you lost
Streets and cheap labour
economic simplicity

On the side of the road you look down
We took your cellphone your wallet
and your faith in people
We´ll cash in before you can cancel your cards
You tell me life´s unfair
So I´ll make yours hard