See I've been stained by my time in this lonely and bare and open boat
And the last time I held my heart in my hand it was fractured and mad hollow
And when I bring out the rag in my sagging back pocket it weeps tears of bitter sorrow
The glow when I put my poem into the light socket, holla, what you know
Baby, I've never had such a firm grip on the flight of fishing today
But all the girls and worlds and love that I've ever slayed or I ever laid
A game of promising tomorrow so you can save on the future slave
And I threw the past over my shoulder but I'm running away from the open grave
And if I'm lying then a choir of golden arch angels are hovering and flying
And if I deceive like a man leading his friend into a ditch I'm dumber than blind
I see and either one ever dares to consider a demon, but sugar pie I don't mind, check it now, your boy is leaving
I've had my time
I've cut my tongue on the morning star, and hung out to dry on the street lamps under the ribs of pa**ing cars
And I put my feet on pharos back while he bent down to read the words Christ scribed through the blue-black dust
Trust I play dice with Remus and shared a bitter cup with Romulus
And I'm nothing if not honest homeboy, see me die
By the lie inside that the lamb I am and sometimes I cry
Silently in the silent lead of the golden hotwin to catch my tears in a bottle of Hennessey
And I'm a Bombay cat with a style that's free you gotta feel me
Cause Chicago speaks like ghosts carrying a slab of meat
And it ain't beautiful if it ain't bitter and bleak check the blood on my teeth
And I've stretched my hands over a dead city scams and prophecy
See word become flesh like baby's breath at an old man's chest bedded vanity
Cause the swine always turned their backs on the sublime
So let me off this crazy train, I'm done baby doll, I hope you don't mind
It's been good, but I don't think I'm coming back this time