Random is what I supposed
Until too many random acts
Came my way
What I prayed for was
Never answered
I saw her arm
Those black dead eyes
She was dead a long time ago
I said hi
Beautiful
And she began to
Replay her story
He was a trucker drove up in his rig at 12:30 am
Paid today
A *** burning his pocket
The ambulance took him away
At 3 in the dark morning.
She was arm candy for the rich
Best store bought **** ever
A wild one
She'd come to the house to play
After making a score
Take a hit and sit and rock
Back and forth
For two days
He was a runner for the dealer
Everyone called him the
Walking man
He stole an ounce from
Under the meanest bulldog
In town
Showed up throwing rocks the
The size of my toenail on a red hot blazing stem.
No one ever saw him again.
She was five dollar Felisha
You know what was her specialty.
Lots of times she had chrome on her lips.
Then was me.
I had the house.
I'm glad I moved.
I saw too much random ****.
I think now there was
A purpose.
I'm living again.
Until I die.
And there ain't no such *******
Idol as random.