Double Trouble

Say What

[Verse 1] 
Con tend to the consequences, no pretense, 
Stepping up like a contender, ready to commence, 
Dodging lenders, yeah, I am broke but have no shame, 
Sneaking around the loop holes, some treat it like a game.  
Holding tight to the gems, living free and rude, 
Life is a twisted lesson, even if it is crude.  
[Chorus] 
Freedom isn’t free, but I am ready for the fight, 
Nothing to prove, yet I stand in the light, 
From the dirt to the heights, with my machete I make a path, 
My name is G3, the Spaghetti Monster would laugh, 
When I fall on my ass.  
[Verse 2} 
Cruella in this jungle, watch the rich folks pout, 
Every challenge met like I am ready for a bout, 
Fat stacks of courage, laid up high in my mind, 
Sipping on Jonny Blue, leaving pain behind.  
Cuddle buddy left me, but I still rise again, 
With that V8 type of growl, I am my own best friend.  
[Chorus] 
[Outro] 
Lessons, they were learned, through the storm and the strife 
In this ed up two faced mirrored matches, I own my own life.  
Confinement

The Monkey Jumped 0ff of My Mack

Lyrics: 
[Verse 1]
Baby, baby!  
I am almost fading, 
Got a Dade Murphy “Zero Cool,” 
Detention appointment after school, 
I could crash and burn, yet, I just might learn, the twists and turns, 
That people just want to seem to talk about, how I took another route...
I might walk the line sometimes, 
Still, I do it even in my work-shirt, sarong, kilt, or skirt, 
I am NOT Wayne but still NOT worthy, 
I am NOT the only one that got left behind hurting, 
What the heck am I even blurting?  Maybe I am just nerdy, 
Yet, there is NO need to worry, 
I wore a cross but as a crossdresser it got stolen, 
Wondering for who, what, why.... I am still holding...
To embolden, it is an embarrassment, who cares where our parents went, 
This  right here you are talking to, had to really vent, it is another stint, 
NOT stunt, to be so blunt, take a hint, I fought, to share this and forsake God, 
I will rot, but I sought you, from the very start, just brush it off, be tough, bluff, take your stuff, 
Because after all it is just some art.  
You have my heart.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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