That’s why the fucktards want me dead fore I can speak it
Y’all call it crazy, I’m the heartbeat of every aborted baby
High off every line snorted in the 80s
Let it breathe, no wonder why his thoughts ratchet
See the world through the shades that Stacks wore in his casket
I steal his body from the graveyard on foot, ain’t no looking back
Bring him on tour with me & when it’s over put him back
All these years I’ve tried to sprint, to keep up with his jogging pace.
I said he’s self-centered, why bother? Cause he only really call about his needs. And I ain’t got enough time to deal with his greed. Cause my days are darker. Cut from a long shank but the blade is sharper. I’m making my not-so-vague departure. Tell pop I’m his son, not his spades partner.