No... Really... For Real, Though
For God Sake let me break away from this place. We got these wack neighbors across the street. I could spit and hit one of them dead in the head. These folk's are in the yard chatting it up with street walkers. The stupid-head oldest kid is banging on the freaking drums into the evening and night. It's always something with these fools.
I just peeked out the door to verify what was going on before I called the police. Low and behold, about 10 to 12 teenage boys come pouring out the door and onto the streets. It was sad. Now only old people and families live on this road. I can't in good conscious call the "people" across the street a "family."
The wife has a so-called heart condition and is always leaving the husband and coming back, fighting and fussing, moving out, and coming back. The Husband is a mildly retarded looking man. You know, how down syndrome babies look... like Trig, Palin's kid. Supposedly, he sells meth to the locals (As shouted out for all to hear by his oldest boy). He, the father, is always trying to cut down every tree in his yard and trim the brush. But don't no body want to see these people. Believe me... none of us want to see them. But trim away he goes. Now every thing that they do, we can witness and listen in on. Thank God they have walls up on the house and don't feel the need to make them transparent. They seem to want attention.
The fool kid on the drums can't play worth a damn. If would be oh so different if he were good, but it's just the same rapid-fire nail gun crap over and over again. It's like being on a military artillery base. Stink-to-the-eeee! All day long, the same crap over and over. I'm telling you it is terrible. I want to kill the maker of the double-bass pedal and whatever cookie sheet/frying pan manufacturer sold that kid that skillet he calls a cymbal.
This is the same fool that was dating a two front-teeth missing floozy from his high school who was most likely one of those slow kids who had been held back at least twice. I am talking low to the floor self esteem. God only knows what she was willing and... a-hum, able to do for "him."
But here I am sitting and waiting for the police to come and issue some citations. I hope the hell they tell them they have to go and rent a facility to practice. I hope like heck they tell them that they can not loiter.
And as I write... I just get in from talking to the police. What do they do? They do absolutely nothing. The officer tells me he has to catch them in the act of making loud noise. They can't issue them a citation for a report of noise. What a freaking joke. Mary is staying at school to finish her lesson plans. That is a good idea, because these fools are not going to stop. It's like I Am Legend's INFECTED or Bill Clinton or Sarah Palin. AAGGHHHHGGGGG!!!
And that is what I have to write about...
So the lyric or poetry part...
Gotdang it's jacked
in this rat a tat town of crap
gotta get the getting going so my head don't decap
been fooling round long enough
to say what the chuck
hit the road don't be long
start to say double up
the world's a changing
standard's low, yeah they low to the flo
what use to be unaccepted is now accept-able
bull is no longer bunk
yes is no longer no
my head been spinning
for a while and I don't want to let go
how the rent's getting paid
and the stupid getting by lying
and the dealers slipping game
and the earnest keep trying
and Lord knows I ain't running
so I better try flying
my wings need a little stretching
and it's the sky that I'm eyeing
Gonna gonna go
yeah ya know
yeah ya know
Gonna gonna go
Steal the show
Steal the show
Gonna gonna go
make it plain
make it plain
gonna gonna go
claim the game
Thought everything was changing
hope and belief no more straining
2000-10 all up-ended
but it seems I'm offended
can't quite imagine my future
my brain could get a lot looser
make me wanna try what I use'to
dope and drank the drunk juicer
But turning back just ain't it
gotta find a new lick
all the traps and the tricks
get a beat down with a stick
I gotta pray to stay able
accept the crumbs from the table
ask the good Lord to enable
me to get put where I'm stable
So gotdang this rat-a-tat town
got me down, way way down
but the ropes can't hold me
I'm on my way up
the man counting to ten
put your fingers back up
raise your fist and unite
we getting stronger tonight
put your fist in the air
I'm coming out there
Gonna gonna go
yeah ya know
yeah ya know
Gonna gonna go
Steal the show
Steal the show
Gonna gonna go
make it plain
make it plain
gonna gonna go
claim the game
blessings~
Dang they got me hot!
I just peeked out the door to verify what was going on before I called the police. Low and behold, about 10 to 12 teenage boys come pouring out the door and onto the streets. It was sad. Now only old people and families live on this road. I can't in good conscious call the "people" across the street a "family."
The wife has a so-called heart condition and is always leaving the husband and coming back, fighting and fussing, moving out, and coming back. The Husband is a mildly retarded looking man. You know, how down syndrome babies look... like Trig, Palin's kid. Supposedly, he sells meth to the locals (As shouted out for all to hear by his oldest boy). He, the father, is always trying to cut down every tree in his yard and trim the brush. But don't no body want to see these people. Believe me... none of us want to see them. But trim away he goes. Now every thing that they do, we can witness and listen in on. Thank God they have walls up on the house and don't feel the need to make them transparent. They seem to want attention.
The fool kid on the drums can't play worth a damn. If would be oh so different if he were good, but it's just the same rapid-fire nail gun crap over and over again. It's like being on a military artillery base. Stink-to-the-eeee! All day long, the same crap over and over. I'm telling you it is terrible. I want to kill the maker of the double-bass pedal and whatever cookie sheet/frying pan manufacturer sold that kid that skillet he calls a cymbal.
This is the same fool that was dating a two front-teeth missing floozy from his high school who was most likely one of those slow kids who had been held back at least twice. I am talking low to the floor self esteem. God only knows what she was willing and... a-hum, able to do for "him."
But here I am sitting and waiting for the police to come and issue some citations. I hope the hell they tell them they have to go and rent a facility to practice. I hope like heck they tell them that they can not loiter.
And as I write... I just get in from talking to the police. What do they do? They do absolutely nothing. The officer tells me he has to catch them in the act of making loud noise. They can't issue them a citation for a report of noise. What a freaking joke. Mary is staying at school to finish her lesson plans. That is a good idea, because these fools are not going to stop. It's like I Am Legend's INFECTED or Bill Clinton or Sarah Palin. AAGGHHHHGGGGG!!!
And that is what I have to write about...
So the lyric or poetry part...
Gotdang it's jacked
in this rat a tat town of crap
gotta get the getting going so my head don't decap
been fooling round long enough
to say what the chuck
hit the road don't be long
start to say double up
the world's a changing
standard's low, yeah they low to the flo
what use to be unaccepted is now accept-able
bull is no longer bunk
yes is no longer no
my head been spinning
for a while and I don't want to let go
how the rent's getting paid
and the stupid getting by lying
and the dealers slipping game
and the earnest keep trying
and Lord knows I ain't running
so I better try flying
my wings need a little stretching
and it's the sky that I'm eyeing
Gonna gonna go
yeah ya know
yeah ya know
Gonna gonna go
Steal the show
Steal the show
Gonna gonna go
make it plain
make it plain
gonna gonna go
claim the game
Thought everything was changing
hope and belief no more straining
2000-10 all up-ended
but it seems I'm offended
can't quite imagine my future
my brain could get a lot looser
make me wanna try what I use'to
dope and drank the drunk juicer
But turning back just ain't it
gotta find a new lick
all the traps and the tricks
get a beat down with a stick
I gotta pray to stay able
accept the crumbs from the table
ask the good Lord to enable
me to get put where I'm stable
So gotdang this rat-a-tat town
got me down, way way down
but the ropes can't hold me
I'm on my way up
the man counting to ten
put your fingers back up
raise your fist and unite
we getting stronger tonight
put your fist in the air
I'm coming out there
Gonna gonna go
yeah ya know
yeah ya know
Gonna gonna go
Steal the show
Steal the show
Gonna gonna go
make it plain
make it plain
gonna gonna go
claim the game
blessings~
Dang they got me hot!
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