By the strength
Of your heart
Bad po-e-try
Ain't gonna
Rescue me
Cruising outside my favorite Walmart
Me and my buddies in a shopping cart
A man approaches me like a boy in blue
'cept he's wearing green
"I got a plan for you'
He says
"Boy, I can see ya got rhythm and style
Bet those itchy trigger fingers make the ladies smile
I got the keys to yer brand new life
Your future scrubbing toilets, far behind
Just come back to my crib
Sign the dotted line
Girls will drop trou and yer moms will cry
Just like your daddy, we'll give you a dose of pride
But these parades will start on time"
That's when he touched my heart
With tales, of stripes and stars
Re-al-ity
Ain't gonna, rescue me!
Cruising down a sandy highway
With me and my buddy the American way
Tin foil thin doors cold got my back
When the lil sand n***as launch a sneak attack
Next thing I'm flying
In the air
Arms flying off
Like I just don't care
Fell like Jesus Christ cause I'm everywhere
Comin' back to earth
Know when not where
Land right in a chair with the wheels of four
Predictably the pimps piss on their worthless who*e
But I'll give em this, they kept one promise -
Without my arms - I can't clean up sh**!
Just Like Walmart
They got a bargain
On my parts
Bad poetry
Ain't gonna, rescue me
Will a corporation save me? Will my guns outblaze me?
Will I lay pipe across the sand? made from melted down wedding bands...!
Taken apart
By the strength
Of plastic hearts
Bad, poetry
From a pen
Between my teeth