Ruskie the racoon
Saw the moon
Started to cry
Knowing the critter had to try
Defending some one's lie
From stars it did shine
Onto the untankful line
A planet in the night
Trying to be bright
Giving off enough light
Wearing a bandit mask
Ruskie was giving a violent task
Invading a home
To see if anyone was alone
Opening the door
Ruskie crept on the floor
Ready to declare it clear
Nothing to fear
Until a small image did appear
Coming up from Ruskie’s rear
Holding a silver firearm
Used on the cattle back at the barn
With survival in the eye
A child had the decision 'if Ruskie was going to die?'
There was a pleaded request
Before sending Ruskie to a place to rest
“Ruskie please stop
Or I will pull this trigger making a sound that will go pop pop
And if this does happen
In your pants you will do some crappin”
Categories:
crappin, child, children, death, home,
Form: Rhyme
I Can't be discreet I wanna roll with the elite but the word on the street is I got a defeatist attitude,
can't compete its not about gratitude.
Trust me I'm thankful but its not as if I got my hands full.
Gotta remind myself this was planned fool.
Predestined from birth and I've questioned my worth.
Expendable! and so I made it to church.
Asked god for myself!
To demonstrate the true meaning of this thing called wealth.
Still feeling poor and these feelings are pure.
Not sure if i'll step back through the door.
Still in pursuit of material riches.
Something i can touch and leave me in stitches.
Just wanna be laughin, I'm just a victim of gaffin.
The jokes on me, back hand slappin.
Just anuva ***** their ain't no clappin.
Its time to ditch cos i'm tired of flappin.
Can't fly I gotta stitch and a lack of backing.
No wing men to pick from my energy is sapping.
Now I'm feelin sick from all is verbal crappin.
Need a wind to give me lift recieved in wrappin.
Want it like a gift I hope that he's packin.
Categories:
crappin, faith, me, me,
Form: Lyric