I, once laid a man...that I met at a bus stop
And once, in southern California I lied to a traffic cop
Yes, I've had my spills, too many little white ten milligram sleeping pills
But insomnia keeps me from dreaming of Africa
I've killed and I've bled and I've farted and sped
And the dead are still dead but still waiting for my life to end
And I never believed, that I'd live this long
But you, whomever you are, relieve me of my doubt, no matter my scar, that I belong
My judicial review after old Mogadishu
Had left me alone with no money or home, the rap was untrue
And I, once couldn't catch all of my breath, my throat tube was killing me
Paralyzed and death to me
Seemed, like maybe that butcher knife inside of me, wasn't quite worth it
Not in the least bit
Strung out on Cheetos, Doritos and meth
I've killed myself three times I think just by holding my breath
And I never believed, that I'd live this long
But you, whomever you are, relieve me of my doubt, no matter my scar, that I belong