Robert Williams

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Statistic

I laugh cuz you say it so funny
Hollerin mommy
Sticky honey dummy now you wantin some money
A panhandler handling you out 'n its sunny
Now ya fightin throwin blows like lightning
Its enlightening that he's carryin' white men Nike's
Hi-ppies with long hair and stripped tees
Herbal trees rolled in zig-zaggies
Take 2 puffs and he's on his knees beggin please
Give him a job he'll spit shine ya K-C's
He on streets ragged shirt and cut sleeves
Holes at his knees from beggin you please
Now he wish he had some keys
Open doors to a house and find him a spouse
Missions on killing a mouse
Instead he trying to steal a car with no suspension
He feinin for a coke kitchen to calm down his twitchin
And his breath stinks that's why nobody will listen
And he hopes for his death cuz the needle he keeps sticking
In his arm
He can't see it's the reason he lost his charm
Waiting for the light to release him
Free from harm
Always dreamed of owning a coke farm
With a big white barn
He'd call it the "Coke Farm"
Wit a imitation rose garden
White of course
White bronco horse white tractor and fertilizer
So his shit grows faster
Having his workers call him master
But he's in another world
His life is a disaster and no one matters
Sleeping under streets and bridges so cold his teeth chatters
If he's lucky he will find a holey mattress
And cover himself with plastic
So the rains won't wrinkle his spirit
It's a sad life but he chose to live it
He's just another crack head statistic