merry.

Crackin open my pill box,

Like a fucking bike lock,        

Baby face cinder block,

I know how to take it how you feel.

I been loose cannon,

Back before I was examined,

By multiple psychoanalyst,

So yeah, my crazy’s real.

And you can make quick buck,

When you don’t give a fuck,

And can drive a Mack truck.

Let them see the truth in your eyes,

I got my food stamps, disability,

Nothing but humility,

Getting over, crippling,

And this time with no lies.

I promised Danny half the lottery,

If I ever get the part of me,

You would call a prodigy,

To make something of life,

Two balls and two strikes,

I used to steal bikes,

I used cocaine just fuck these two dykes,

That aint right,

I know better than that,

But geeked up, I don’t consider the facts,

Like whose been between these gaps,

Probably mud riders doing victory laps,

History maps are for those who are lost,

I know where I am, at the bottom getting tossed,

In to cop cars, no money for the court cost,

Christmas pissed away, like Santa Claus getting sauced.