Basketball Diaries.

The soul bleeds,

Like a cold breeze,

While you clutching that rosary.

To much pepper in your gumbo,

Talking Disney shit like Dumbo,

I’ll just play Colombo,

Watch you tell on yourself,

Fake jewels and fake wealth,

I’ll be driving all stealth,

In 06 Jeep Liberty,

No tint or hat, so you know it’s me,

Lying for a living isn’t what you should aspire to be.

Better, me? No, just above average,

For fee, we can get savage,

That’s your girl? Sorry, she’s already been ravaged,

Take her on back cause she got way to much baggage.

I can make it hard to breath,

Double vision, hard to see,

Smoke out in the liberty.

Man, I just want my doors locked,

No harassment from any cops,

Doesn’t matter, probably end up getting shot.

Now I got track marks,

Needles at the ball park,

Hear my heart beat as the merry goes round,

Swing set kissing,

And all our fathers missing,

How the fuck we supposed to men?

Momma please let me in,

Yeah I know it’s real late,

And we’re both full of hate,

But I’m starting to swirl again.

Cause there is drunk driving,

Crash that shit and surviving,

And dropping acid and turn the bass up,

And play beer pong,

Jameson all night long,

Or sip from that purple drink from a red cup. 

 

I can make it hard to breath,

Double vision, hard to see,

Smoke out in the liberty.

Man, I just want my doors locked,

No harassment from any cops,

Doesn’t matter, probably end up getting shot.