Born in a small motel near a busy container port
Raised on complimentary breakfasts
And premium extra sharp government cheddar
Ankle monitor in my brain
Frown of steel
Jaws like a concrete ravine
A smoldering a Q-tip in between
Lips like wireless routers
Count the number of legs and divide by four
To determine how many heads I have
Each with two left ears
Pairs of buttery croissants
Combing the biofueled crosshairs of various feeds.
I fucked up and took the face of God at face value
He and me were tight for a minute
Then God switched up on me crazy
I hate when that fucking shit happens
But no point in getting all
Bitch ass weepy or trigger happy
Over ditchwater under a bridge to nowhere
It takes titanium-toed socks to fill big shoes
I redeemed myself and now identify as a
Rushing crown to where everybody’s vying for
Me, they sing to me each time we meet
Rushing crown, rushing crown
Won’t you be my rushing crown?
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