Are you leaving for the country?
You say the city brings you down
I envy you
I hunger-lunger for the only oak in BK
This was after having perused every crook nook tucked in the scrupuledom
That the growth of the neighborhood on his last city b-day
And as they ushered in the kiddies handing each one that gift-wrapped Louisville aluminum
Swing, batter. Chatter box.
Black tar gather at a scrape for the cake going six from the bus traffic
Half a dozen summoned from a love of drug magic
Fire in the max cap beater need a beer
From his fierce drug habits and heaters under the mattress
Love 'em all to death but I'm slowing down faster
And I know this town backwards
Lookin' at him different 'cause he coasts with no liquor in the glass he wet his lips with
Never preach - what I write's irrelative
But I'll reach for the clicker if the picture isn't helping 'em
Bet he bleached up shimmy at a seat belt
Jimmy over city limits, giddy-up and leap left,
He steps with a duffel bag shuffle
Most don't focus so his folks won't notice
Those old jokes don't hold him with the voltage
That a moldy, hocus pocus, heated geezer mostly grows with. So?
1985 Dodge Ares hand-me-down freebie piece of fucked-with shit
With the fuckin' yellow plates you are going to start for me.
Do not do this today, look, man, look you have been very good to me, okay?
I'm gonna start the ignition I'm gonna point you in one direction,
All you have to do is go. Look, I'm not even gonna steer man, please
I am so dangerous, in another frame lame
Did a wet peggin' F on the octane cater full tank pull rank mater mater
Fall off to adhere to look,
Preach here's cookin' up here's to the shrunk empire city stuck in the rearview
He get gone. Why?
I dunno, had an itch
Had a flame at both ends of the wick
Center of the brick ran him off ditch
Let alone mad piper
I don't wanna rat pack when a back's set for a tap spinal,
Get away bad driver
Eyesight like a bat's and a bad license
Broke at a Bronx zoo with a lockpick kit
Slip back, free the last vipers
And tigers and bears you will hold down new york
I will be back to reclaim if I'm bored.
They like "Oh, Aes' buggin'. Yeah he gonna leave", they said well that's a bit of a radical process
I was like "Hey man, I put my time in, I gotta, I gotta do somethin' man, I tend to call it my Sabbatical with Options"
I might be back, at least to you and you and you, y'all are the ones, you're gonna come see me anyway
I'ma have a fuckin' fast, country crib man for a minute, at least try this shit, man, I been a long-ass time to get this fuckin' house, I can't deal with this shit
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