I in the mirror sometimes and think about how it all started Small town Alabama, from city life we Not a single in the street, morning was scary and dark To a little boy catching the bus to 5:30 sharp I used to make up songs to keep my from wandering What was in the woods waiting for me, my still rumbling the cereal diet Even though mama was trying to do the that she could Alcohol her violent Her was a prick, probably 26 Barely looked my direction and didn't do shit My animosity grew along my anger And impatience disastrous My teachers knew I was waiting And I did too, admittedly but I it Maybe I had to accept I'd always be uninvited to events, football and family oriented stuff But I never I had it rough I it, honestly, 'cause I knew how different I was It made me a rebel and rebels made me feel and loved I never my daddy but, they said that I was the same and what a shame, get your umbrella Wayne Here the heavy rain
Cause I'm the lighting to your Dark bloodstains after a The tornado to your Your after a long night I'm the outta your barn 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
If is but a dream I'm up the in a paddle boat Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder Up high and over the Mississippi to see the So here I go floatin', But I made it a habit 19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood was the place and I made it with the favorites Quarter of that seeded Mexican trash slinging nickles Make enough and break it even, just do it for tickles Nashville's icicles, the Methadone's penatratin' Ecstasy-hungry, as an experimentation No chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars Morbid and dark are my models, and old-school cars Sickening and I'm it I'm in half of it in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors I knew my daddy but, They that I was the same and what a shame Here come the cocaine in the heavy
I'm the lighting to your storm Dark bloodstains a dogfight The to your alarm Your hangover after a long I'm the snake your 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 I still don't give a fuck Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle down man, Criminals all around Seventy-thousand a night isn't good, look Livin' a story my war as my shield The truth, examined and The real: Plenty of fatherless children up the pit in the buildin' Usin' the mind for the feelin', it's just poppin' a pill And I'm it in at makin' a win Thanks for the poems you inspired, I'm rakin' it in heard you say "give me five," so make it a ten Think the chances I'm ballin', look at the of him When I went to jail for the first time, I thought you Son of a bitch, I admit it, I guess the are true when I look in the mirror, I see from what I 'came Trial by fire, pain, rain
Cause I'm the lighting to your Dark bloodstains a dogfight The to your alarm Your hangover after a night I'm the snake your 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