Tthe Last Great American Bad Ass

from a young child they were groomed a silver spoon they new not of they were born in the gutter there mother was a whore selling her junk from a trunk in back of the liquor store many moons ago let the truth be told the child grew up wild got a taste of the streets viscous fangs that bite dripping blood off side would be a drifter in the grand scheme of things blind from the notion of what is there destiny a life of crime they knew all to well now I got a good story to tell in time they would shine through working dead end jobs to keep them alive others were born of good stock but somehow they forgot the true meaning of the streets let the blind lead the blind then soon they would fall into a ditch the bastard child was full grown now not looking back at the plough serving sin, self & Satan always drinking yet never thinking were they would end up in the end a need to pretend searching for the latest trends in there stolen Benz at this time making lots of friends sad heart with tombstones for eyes does this come at any big enough surprise then they made it to the big time at last life was going way to fast in which to grasp the last great American bad ass no one gets out on any free pass money was no object while they were on top one drop in the bucket & they call a cop now it's cell block number twelve feeling like a Keebler elf suffering deep inside they want to run away & hide until the day the preacher came inside shared with them a lesson now was the time to do some confessing & trusting then the got born again & new that God had a plan so much for the bad ass ways getting caught up in a haze they became a new creature ready for life's double feature.