Truman

Let me tell you a story: I met a man at the corner store, he told me “that’s how the cookie crumbles” As he stumbles out the fkin door, with a whore, shoes untied So, I gave him a thumbs up like; “say no more” This life, I swear it’s a joke don’t make sense, Now dude is right next door beggin’ for cents, instead of my two sense So I preach to save peach from my castle, my sanity, and my vanity And I stay quiet to avoid riot And I search for a solution I close my eyes, I kneel down, and I pray; “Oh God, give my stories the power to start a revolution”