Walkabout

When he's down and out, he has to talk it out, but the Voices in his head, try to drown him out Inebriation hurts, he found it out Meditation works if there's no sound around Get off the couch, for a walk about Get out the house, get outta town Better than taking it out on your spouse Or using more drugs than the law allows If only he could sit down and plan it out He just wants to get down and have it now Accrue the clout, and do the bows Turn the party out and move the crowd And what he found out is, this is now his Job, sounding off on topics that allow him to Talk, common ground lots like a roundabout Turnabout is fair play to loud mouth airplay When airplanes with snitches are fair game to business Taking trains hinders their aim the kill the witness He made gains with crypto, encrypted like Egyptians And takes the reins when schizos forget their prescriptions Done with Love, his Missus is his mistress Both are doves hawks are not allowed on the premises Up above, they own the sky until it finishes Down below, their home is none of your businesses Keep the circle close like nemeses Make believe, once he makes friends with his Takes it on the cheek, but no blemishes Three strike rule, then you get banished It only happens when they go treacherous He has to, revoke their bro membership, we're Teammates, bettering, sisters and brethren Dream mates, who finish each other's sentences