DISPATCH OF A FLEMISH

I used to say as long as I'm more complex than my father I'm straight End of the day they gon say "They estranged" Tenements with tents, tenants shooting blocks in they veins ,the crash scene set ablaze they came Montana cans with the wide tips , the rebel making engravements Hussein in every crevice and cage, broke into the play and shot up the stage Made beautiful arrangements, then smile proud and brazen Bartered little dollars and change The Flemish skipped and hopped free range Until the county changed Wring of the neck, we did it humanely Seeped in peanut butter stew till it brazen That Georgia clay raised me the same Tip toeing on the strings, playing notes from inside the frame I'm tuned in, praising and praising Shit, Uncle David put his days in, the days turned around and thanked him Until this very day, that's why we pray Being an American to me means figuring out that everything's full of shit when you're about nine And oscillating between drug, food, sex, addiction and the mismanagement of your money to handle it Knowing at any time that your government has orchestrated many different attempts to kill and enslave you And still enjoying Top Gun, It's a good film