Grew up a good kid who got caught in the middle
Wasn't tough at first but wasn't taught to be brittle
Would smile at the beginning show off the dimples
Cuz he thought life was sweet not sour as pickles
When he got Older he learned power and issues
Was a part of his worlds deep structured tissue
He learned the word fuck and had a rush dismissal
He scraped the dirt off him like a brush with bristles
It was a lustful misuse that not only disgusted liberals
But mustard conservatives and moderate venues
He has a crazy mind which is like a diabolical menu
Yet so calm and tranquil give you a ironical Thank you
His worlds collided and his views were logically tactful
A keen sense what to do yet fed up he'll smack you
No talk to get up and ask you he's thinking irrational
Except he would wait calculate a beating to bash you
On any evening leading or proceeding his needing
He's speeding to conveniently deliver like fast food
A in the mask mood which he learned didn't last soon
Because even tinder on timbers wouldn't last through
A night that invites the rights of the rain to dance to
To the wicked world's tunes played on its bassoon
He didn't want to become a pied pipers rash goon
With songs that croon as dark as a masked moon
It gets you as hooked as lighting a brass spoon
And watching the back fume addicted to that doom
Lying to kids about what's going on in the back room
Is like this life and all the lies that these facts swoon
