Saturday, December 6, 2008

drive slow 
before you get too low 
out in the ring 
gotta move with the flow
my hands on the wheel
you out of the window
bleed in my mind 
i can't take this blow
step on the pedal 
to increase the speed
adrenaline rush 
its an evil deed 
picking you up 
take you to town 
now honey don't you ever frown 
lashing out a bill 
for it to get paid
pocket no fill
my car keys i laid 
walking back to my apartment 
my house has been raid
what dumb luck 
thats what i said

'open the door 
feet on the floor 
keys come out 
what you waiting for?'
seventeen years
got a wedding ring 
big mistake
she ain't got no more bling
didn't complain
sorrows she only would sing 
she's happy with whatever her hubby brings 
hubby with alcohol 
brought a girl to a brothel 
big mistake 
that he won't ever tell 
drive so late 
his breathe still reeked 
couldn't press the brakes 
his future bleak
passerby says 
'drive slow, homie'
but its too late 
thats what he told me