I just turned 80 and
Here’s my fourth son
Got a hand deep in my pocket
And I’m pulling out a gun
Jumped it too,
Lips are blue
And now I’m speeding up
Lights are red here
On this street,
All wet from people’s sweat
Here it comes,
My bleeding gums
Not just the lights up there are red
Now my son,
You are young
Before you know it
I’ll be dead.
But here’s the thing,
Green lights sing
And in my eyes
I see green
Forget my debt,
Everyone else has
I’m just as good as
God to all these plebs
You’ll get my jet
And not my skin
And you’ll probably
Live a hundred years.