Yours Truly, Fucking The Police

On Dani Compose

Handcuffs, handcuffs

AIDS is the man, man

Suck it up, suck it up

Baby in a trashcan

They said die and I said fly

We met in the middle; cemetery in the sky

I’m just so clever, I’m just so sly, I

Never say forever, take my dying in stride

Inside their car, perverted lightning in a jar

Put a fist through a window, said my piece in scars

War came to them like a pig to pain

All they got are some blood rich signatures, names

There was a man taller than the world and he had something to say as I made my escape. He pulled me aside in the middle of the street and put seven fingers up along my head. He said “Look here, you can’t go around doing this. Think of your children.”

I didn’t have any kids but he knew what I was fixin’ to do. I was fixing to fuck up some faces and punch up some uteri with my seed piece, like this, like that, like this. He saw the fixin’ written on my face.

He was breaking to stop me and I didn’t know left from right or where from nowhere but I had the sneaking suspicious he came from the latter. I was, am, still will be, whatever, some stupid kid who thinks blood means good and fix means forward.

I mashed his passion like some butter, then I slapped him, and another

Good evening, welcome to the jungle, mother, fucker

And the city was so hot, running so far

Bad stroke from a bloodclot, punching a car

I don’t know how to rap, I just stutter well

And this is just my story: I go to hell

Found a road so wet and I bought it, man

God threw a fist and I caught it, man

Mob came dressed up with a coffin, man

They were all pissed off but I fought it, man

Ran, kept running, get my money’s worth

My eyes dried up and my stomach hurt

Never reach redemption, stuck in the dirt

In my world I’m naked, man fuck this shirt!

The night was rich with enemies, shit

Lost prophets acting in identity skits

Stumble into a lobby, breathless, sit

Mumble to myself, you piece of bitch

There’s no getting out of this world. Another tall man claiming to be the brother of the first found me collapsed in that empty lobby and talked to me in much the same way. He said this was a dream he was having, and as such was entitled to tell me how to act. He felt for me and my quest and told me the only way to claim my place in any world was to tag it up in whatever ways were at my comma our disposal.

He left the building as commonly as he came, knowing anything supernatural would only cheapen his message. So I laid there motionless for maybe a year and probably a decade but really 5 minutes cause they were coming after me, son of a bitch!

Time to switch it up, Hitchcock picture of

My success, undressed, witches of a fifth business

God damn, I love this town

Scan a dirty hand over doves and crowns

God d-d-damn I spin around

My enemies found me, sniggering sounds

Time to wake up, sir, time to wake up

Bizarre, absurd, a cake with no makeup

Buckets to this weirdness, out of here

Threw my fist up then we disappeared