Blind Tiger

Where the drum roll, numskull Ain't you seen the white horse, ain't you seen the gun smoke Funds low these bums broke, chatting with Colombo Peeling back the moon roof, and now my skin is sun soaked Ain't no rocket science, but I need space Ain't been to compliant, mama saying that I need faith Being self-reliant we just ash when they cremate Go ahead and pick a star, which one would you replace Balls full of gas, they don’t even need names Earth's about the cash, working on a pre-paid Flame to the glass, inhale and then relieve pain Life a lot of things, she ain't never been no cheap date Slave in a free state, discovering the cub bards dry Listen to the engine putter brother give another try Pop mutters, baby sucking on her mother’s for another night Gunfire is another lullaby [Verse 2] And from the end is where this poem starts No regards, watering the rose and still we grow apart Hopeless hearts, anxious dip your toes with sharks I’m floating in the ocean on top of shards of Noah's Ark Ride the wave cautious, and then I set sail Arrived on dry land, walking, on an egg shell With lead bells, blowing the whistle man I just left hell Nothing to regret well except maybe that death smell Behind the red veil enjoying the best seats The rest grieve, nothing to show for it but prestige Wonder what success brings, I go against the jet stream Knowing one man's night mare is another’s wet dream