[Verse]

Packing up my sins in a bindle and a stick

Let's see what happens when i fiddle with the fifth

My heart’s not brittle it's a brick

To me if it's dark and dismal then it’s lit

Scribble i'm into scrap booking

I'm out in left field on my heals flat footed

A blues bum a folk fiend and a jazz junkie

Fuck the main stream, i rap in the back country

I'm a nut job i got some screws loose

Life should be one big booze cruise

Sitting Indian style underneath a blue spruce

Can I say i'm cultured cause I've eaten couscous?

Stop, pause and think like i'm at a red light

Take a sip of my red stripe, reminisce about red bike

On a mission of finding a happy medium

Somewhere right in between takin naps and sleeping in

Meandering thru the fog, smog and somber

I don't run, jog or walk nah I saunter

At Squantz Pond I ponder

Like a Jesus lizard playin hop scotch on water

Swimming thru the sea of bitches in crop tops and rompers

I work odd jobs in squalor

The voices think my head’s a squawk box and holler

Escape time, stop watch and wander

I got the grin of the jackolantern

Like you can’t quite tell if i'm a happy camper

I wasted a night smoking a pack of cancers

Like they had the answers

The bats are the back up dancers

I found an abandoned mansion in New Hampshire

That’s my idea of living in a lavish manner

What the fuck happened to Alexander?