There was a guy
Who always felt like
He could just slide through
All of the days,
Riding a high, feeling
Like he could just
Shuffle the haze,
They thought him crazed;
They called him Teddy,
And this guy was ready
To help you let everything out!
A piece and a quarter,
It's all you let over,
And he would just rise up
And shout!
Said "I'm Teddy xans, so
Give me your hands,
And let me show you
What it's 'bout!"
I told him, pass me
A couple of bars,
Let me raise up
To the level you're on,
Pass me the liquor,
Let's crash us some cars,
End up with flex,
So what's coming next?
He was perplexed,
Said 'what does that
Make us?'
I said "relax, dude
We're just from Texas;"
He said "go on, we've got
Time to spend,", I said
"I'm halfway dead,
Old friend,"
He said "no worries,
We're not in a hurry,
Just rack em' and
Stack em' , and let em'
Be buried,
Your wants, your needs,
Your life in the streets."
I asked him,
"So what does that
Make me?"
No notes, this is a requiem for my friend Teddy Xans. Wanna guess who he is? Yeah this is my own funeral rite. This one's for me. My game hasn't ended yet. But may I respawn and play again... without this crutch.
