Like the Gingerbread Man

Had to recover from three days of Kentucky windage Jerked the protein from an omelette full of old spinach Rippled titans in my wake, ‘cause they ain’t losin’ I’m still losin’, ‘cause my storm’s passed, but I’m still oozin’ My Brother’s thirsty, but I wouldn’t share my water with him Connect said “no coupons”, so I had to leave my daughter with him Then I sobered, raised the Taurus, let the slaughter him Caught him slippin’ at the steak house, gettin’ a porter in him How many blasts, ‘til infamy How many boasts, ‘fore real goons run down—get with me How much belief ‘bout bein’ bulletproof Before hollow toads bend the left corner—croak out the truth Incognito now, cause a n—— shaved his beard off Po’-Po’ still starin’, so I guess I ain’t shake the weird off You see, depression is a tomb stone, and you walk with it Eastern NC, to DC, back to New York with it I found a new mouthpiece, and it’s wet, so I’ma talk with it Heater stays racked, so I won’t ever balk with it Chewy breads, with the cheese creamed in it Three white crosses peer from across the street