I in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started Small Alabama, from city life we departed Not a light in the street, morning was scary and dark To a boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp I used to up songs to keep my mind from wandering What was in the waiting for me, my stomach still rumbling the cereal diet Even though was trying to do the best that she could Alcohol made her Her was a prick, probably 26 looked my direction and really didn't do shit My animosity grew along with my And impatience disastrous My knew I was trouble waiting And I did too, but I like it Maybe I had to I'd always be uninvited to church events, football and family oriented stuff But I never thought I had it I it, honestly, 'cause I knew how different I was It made me a rebel and rebels made me welcomed and loved I never knew my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Here the heavy rain
I'm the lighting to your storm Dark bloodstains after a The tornado to alarm Your hangover after a long I'm the snake your barn That one you ever did right The gunpowder to drum I'm son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun
If life is but a I'm up the in a paddle boat full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes Up high and over the Mississippi to see the So here I go floatin', But I made it a though 19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it home with the Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash slinging Make enough and break it even, just do it for tickles Nashville's icicles, the Methadone's penatratin' Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an No chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school Sickening and I'm it I'm in half of it Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a dagger to I never my daddy but, They that I was the same and what a shame Here the cocaine in the heavy rain
Cause I'm the lighting to storm bloodstains after a dogfight The tornado to your Your hangover after a night I'm the snake outta barn That one mistake you did right The gunpowder to drum I'm son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun
And you can tell that I still give a fuck Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already man, Criminals all around Seventy-thousand a night isn't good, look Livin' a story usin' my war as my The truth, examined and The followings Plenty of children fill up the pit in the buildin' the mind for the feelin', it's just like poppin' a pill And I'm it in at makin' a win Thanks for the poems you inspired, I'm rakin' it in Never heard you say "give me five," so it a ten Think the I'm ballin', look at the bastard of him When I went to jail for the first time, I about you Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the rumours are 'Cause when I in the mirror, I see from what I 'came Trial by fire, pain, heavy
Cause I'm the lighting to your Dark after a dogfight The to your alarm Your after a long night I'm the snake outta your That one mistake you ever did The to your drum I'm son The son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun Son of a gun