Minding his own business   Riding subway trains   Got ripped off twice   Ain't gonna happen again   Withdrew a hundred dollars   Bought himself a piece   Can't depend on anyone   He's his own police   Fourteenth Street station   This could be the night   December, he's heavily sweating   Collar feels too tight   Tired of being preyed upon   By the scum of the earth   Tonite he'll be the predator   Someone's gonna get hurt   Walked into an empty car   Found himself a seat   Five low lives waiting there   Waiting for fresh meat   One by one surrounded him   Trapped him by the door   Finger on the trigger   Got more than they asked for   A split second without thinking   Hot gun in his hand   Four shots of blood   Bernie gets his man   Now he stands trial   A criminal he's told   But he got the satisfaction   Of shooting his load