Motor City

Gather 'round, boys, girls and children I have a fable to read to you all Our story begins on a warm summer's day In a small tattered town, in a small tattered house Where a small cat resided Mainly in his bed A sad cat rendered cold and withered by the whispers of his past actions The cat lay alone in his tattered bed Wondering... and pondering... his lonesome thoughts They ask me, "Lausse Why you never step a Nike out your house? Why you always in the dark with lights but only at your snout? Why we only see your carcass at a party when you're lit? Or when you're out for rounds in town To scout yourself another bitch?" I said, I said "I don't see the point in gettin' dressed I don't even see the point in gettin' breakfast if I'm honest Some would say I fit the symptoms of depressed and alcoholic But a smile's upon my face when I'm in bed and writin' sonnets Maybe I'm just not the problem, but the world I walk upon Where I live, the sun don't shine, or very little to my knowledge All I see is battered people on the powder gettin' on it Seems we live for fun but when it's done We live for battered sausage I don't wanna make my money doin' nothin' in an office I don't wanna spend my money on a coffee or a bonnet With a godly brand upon it I ain't assed for livin' right Get degrees and spend my life with what I've made from nine to five" The cat decided to take a stroll through his local park He likes that park (that's a very nice park) And as he sat down on his favorite bench A small girl in a blue dress came up to Him and asked, "Why do you look so sad?" The cat answered Motor City, half-assed with the lights Heavy hand with the pint glass and dance in the night After half-past three when our time starts Bark in a bystander tone with a fight and a scratch card Life in Motor City ain't much Grey skies lie here, and a couple Mecca Bingoes Bin-ridden streets full of sin-ridden teens With some dim-litten lights while the kitten doth feel low Bystanders try pass the time With a pint in their hand and some lines and a fiver See more than four times a day the demise of a soul Asking wide-eyed for change or a lighter Life in this mess makes a heart numb I ventured a quest to inspect why my heart's wrong Backpack my way through the thrills of a young man And fast foward with time and it seems that my heart's gone "That sounds bloody awful" said the girl "How on earth did you get to lose your heart? I know a wizard, who lives on top of the hill over yonder Maybe he can help you"