The Jungle

Hey, person singing, do you want to sing with me? I’ll give you a freebee, a walk by, a, say hi and leave without goodbye. Life’s too short to forget to knock. Your head spins but you’re too young to be locked up. To be crossed, to get your dreams tossed, sloshed, you’re too small to be the boss, Hey kid tell me, are you lost? Who’s in your head? Did you get your cookies tossed? You loose your mind on albatross? Who’s glock did you shoot off, you done popped and rocked what you felt was awful, unlawful, resulting in a mind debacle. And you cackle like your cankles be crackling, their all shackled up, shaked up, but you’ve seen them, You’ve been them, standing with your tail between them, praying they ain’t seen you limp, that they don’t get the hint, that you spent every last goodbye on insilin, that you ducked your head and bowed your chin, trying to get into it. Nobody likes a suck up, but you sucked up every last fuck up, Trying to get your head up so you don’t get busted up, but you trusted them, You down right rided with them, hided with them, Your confidence you down right confided in them, but your done trying with them. You hem your skirt down six inches, down to the pinches, This fabric kind of itches, these stitches aren’t stitched in. Stop all your bitchin, Stop fidgeting, I know your itchin it, But its not doing it, you’re no longer cool with it, And frankly, I’ve been having visions lately, about me as a baby, and like what if I went crazy. Can you imagine that? A kid cold, pulled out of the rabbit hat? Split up, shit, I done spit up all your bullshit, Don’t clean it, I got this, Stop it, sit down and tell me who your boss it.