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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

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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