I’m staring at the bowl and looking into a black hole, I rush out the door, find out I’m too poor, a thought in my head, “I must be dead.” Maybe not dead but bled, sort of like when  you got hit with that lead. Made it home, had to roam, smashed a nurse and stole her purse then burned down a church. Fate said it was a flat rate, I’d just have to be your mate. You’re what I like, unlike those fucking kikes, you make me feel like I’m as high as a kite, you like me too, right? Kids tryin’ to start shit, wish they’d just drop it or they might get popped with.. I mean besides I have rights, why you wanna try to start fights? I could slap you or rap to you, I could teach you a lesson like a kid in adolescence. My brain is off the scale sort of like from where I hail. You cant compare, your shits just too bare.