Got my kevlar and my headphones on and a song to sing... along with a sunken feeling. I've got my politics together and my platform remains... this city needs the decent man that's ringing out of me.
Let's play this one for real money. Now go ahead and play your part like you're being graded. I'm the man of the estate. 50% of what should be. And we both know that 50% is a failing grade. Empty tables and full hearts are fine for beggars and prostitutes, but not brothers. Now I'm the outside-her.
