The rattle in your lung
says the choice is no longer yours
Pause
For thought or effect,
the end’s the same
Played your hands in the game like always
But
The rattle in your lung
says the choice is no longer yours
And where did the vitriol get you,
old man?
To a better place?
Where fat white women sing your praise?
While at home your carbon copies
bust their lips
when the home team loses?
The rattle in your lung
says the choice is no longer yours
You waiting for something?
Applause for working a nine to five
and allowing a fraction
of your take home to be spent on living,
raising?
The rattle in your lung
says the choice is no longer yours
I’ll stand over you now
As you stood over me
Instead of raining blows
I’ll let the misery of your truth
Catch in your chest
and fight for the cause
The rattle in your lung
says the choice is no longer yours
Jun 25, 2020
Jun 25, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
The rattle in your lung
says the choice is no longer yours
Pause
For thought or effect,
the end’s the same
Played your hands in the game like always
But
The rattle in your lung
says the choice is no longer yours
And where did the vitriol get you,
old man?
To a better place?
Where fat white women sing your praise?
While at home your carbon copies
bust their lips
when the home team loses?
The rattle in your lung
says the choice is no longer yours
You waiting for something?
Applause for working a nine to five
and allowing a fraction
of your take home to be spent on living,
raising?
The rattle in your lung
says the choice is no longer yours
I’ll stand over you now
As you stood over me
Instead of raining blows
I’ll let the misery of your truth
Catch in your chest
and fight for the cause
The rattle in your lung
says the choice is no longer yours
Caveat: my dad is a wonderful, gentle, clever gentleman. I deal with many who are not.
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