when I dry my hair in the morning sun and arrange my affairs trying to get'em done
then they knock on my door take me in and leave drying up my hair against the dirty sleeve
of my robe.. stupid orange robe all I wanted was this and that and my hat for my head.. how's that...fair.. you fucking dirtbags
waking up at noon staring at the moon on my wall, near it all near my bags of greens there are stars on the wall too for you... and you... for all of you...
it started out as naive simple way to deal slowly turning to a moot shiny force to steal
the extra second while enjoying every moment in here and brighten up lousy lives of those who are me near
for some cash stupid green green cash all I wanted was this and that for my stash of my love how's that not a bash? from law enforcing motherfuckers