I Can Never Turn My Back On

My Rhyming Skills Got You Climbing Hills, I'll Travel Through Your Mind Into Your Spine Like Siren Drills.

Sixty Sluts, All Of Them Dying From Asphyxia After They Sip Piss Through A Christopher Reeves Sippy Cup.

I Don't Even Know How To Speak Up For Myself, Because I Don't Really Have A Father Who Would Give Me The Confidence Or Advice.

I Would Love It If, Even For One Day, You Could Walk Through A Neighborhood And See An Asian Guy Sitting On His Stoop, Then You Look Across The Street And See A Black Guy And A White Guy Sitting On Their Porches, And A Mexican Dude Walking By.

You Don't Wanna Go Eggin' Him On. It'll Never Be My Chair That Your On, Crown So Tight That It Cuts Off Circulation To The Brain No Oxygen. Other Words There's No Heir To The Throne.