My Grandpa a liberal
My Earthly father a liberal
No word to their name
They scared to commit
They scared to admit
That their sins have a consequence
I am the bastard the unwanted child
Rebellious, belligerent, do whatever I want
The aggressive one the deviant curse
The one that is not hesitant to look in the purse
For a dollar or 4 quarters, schemer, revolution
Screaming, looking for help, looking for my guardian angel.
I burn. I cry. I feel.
I’m angry. I hate them. I love them.
I just want one. I just want one to love to call mine.
The one I can brag about, show around town and no feel shame about.
My sexy BAE, everyone know there’s one way, JC, on my neck, G-d on my head.
Tall, blonde and sexy in my bed, and no regrets.
Mixed kids, just did, with the gospel strapped to my hip
9 on my side, but I’m registered, ready to die with a dog by my side.
I love her till the day I die.
Love her till she’s old.
Love her till she’s dead.
Lover her till the end.
And after she’s gone, I still brag about her.
I love you baby.