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I.D. PPW My World of Concrete and Steel
Vicious dogs, vampires, and trolls
Lurking around the morality of our souls
Snakes, demons, monsters and fiends
Electric chairs, gas chamber, and the juice
They leave no room for an excuse
Blood of angry gods upon my bedpost
Spread it around, love, we need it most
A killer, a convict, a player, a whore
My family, my people, psychic carnivores
Verbal orgies in my head devoid of sound
Spend my nights, with past lover's renown
Father! Son! Holy Ghost!
Spread 'em round, we need them the most
Kidney failure, hepatitis, a spider bite if you please
M.R.S.A. will bring us to our knees
Financial struggle, cheap wine, the Cupid's itch
Sooner or later we all realize, life is a bitch
The battlefields are full of surprises
The one least likely always rises
He sits upon the liar's chair
Ice cold blood... a psychotic stare
Your creation... my creation
Perhaps no blood relation
There's bodies strewn across the yard
Making any amount, of doing time, seem hard
Passionate lover's shank in hand
We kill and kill because we stopped giving a damn
I just wish to be understood
I don't care where you come from, even the hood
Sorrowful tears escape my tired eyes
Trying to understand why some of us dies
I prostrate myself so humble
For all the angry gods to see
Offered up my battered soul
For some quantum of control
As my eyes take on chaos in a panoramic view
I pray the one true God blesses you too!
At one time I had a pistol to my weary head
Everything inside me wished I was dead
I drew my knees up to my chest
I gave my loved ones my very best
With one quick blast
I'm outta here at last
These were just some of the days for me
I hope each one of you may see
Into
My world of concrete and steel
Peace,
Billy
8-13
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