I once was a preacher
I loved to paint.
Ended up as a teacher.
That had to faint.
I look at people everyday.
Listening to what they say
Trying to find out the future
Wound up with a bad suture
I have been on the road
Staring at big toad
Sitting in this car
Want a chocolate bar
Remember that one time
Begging for one dime
Sucking on dirty lime
Finished all the food
Thinking we still good
Use to lay on the grass
Get sunburn on my ass
Catching girls like i catch bass
Different girls every time
Busting them with a rhyme
I got sent to Jail
Having to sort through mail
Oh that damn old cop
I really want to pop
him in the face
With a lovely mace
United we stand
Acting like a band
Together with my fan
We shall win at the end.
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