FIST FAMILY

“Streets are watching so we take it through the back door
like tenderloin crack whores. They track us with their camcorders
looking for a come-up. Yes, we are at war.
The task force could strike at any moment get your passports ready.
Fetti chasin, steady makin paper
but the neighbors hate and make the game more hotter than al pastor.
Call the landlord bitch and get your kids on the endangered list.
Face it, this is not what you asked for.
Damn, you’re up shit’s creek pip squeek.
Better keep it discreet from now on, the cow’s done.
Beef squashed. Deep thoughts from a strange mind.
I take time to make the right choice and weigh outcomes.
How come they wanna scare us away
from making a decent living the american way?
Dare I say, the government is quite arrogant.
Thank you very much, but keep your fucking paws off us like theremins.

Days pass like cats I still cry for
looking at the city like it’s just another eyesore.
I’m sure we’re headed the way of dime stores
but why force the issue?
I miss you, this is my war.

Years pass like cats I still cry for
looking at the city like it’s just another eyesore.
I’m sure we’re headed the way of dime stores
but why force the issue?
I miss you, this is my war.

Fuck jail, I smell Chicharrones,
I keep a phone list full of stiffs so now I drink alone.
You think you know me but you dont Im like, to each his own,
and speak a tone that’s known alone for leaving speakers blown.
The priests are known for raping children so the hate is building.
You think Im kneeling for your savior? You are crazy still
and I can see the things you’re willing to do today to make a million.
Like raping babies of their self-esteem and raising villains.
Fuck that.
Some will laugh and live a life without a question mark
and some will press the architects for answers. Thats what sets apart the artists.
The hardest part of death is harvesting the energy to simply keep your memories regardless.
Part of this is monologue and some is not at all.
Im bouncing back and forth and feeling like I dropped the ball.
To top it off like chocolate sauce,
I feel I’m not at all to blame, but all the same
I’m angry like you got the cops involved.

Days pass like cats I still cry for
looking at the city like it’s just another eyesore.
I’m sure we’re headed the way of dime stores
but why force the issue?
I miss you, this is my war.

Years pass like cats I still cry for
looking at the city like it’s just another eyesore.
I’m sure we’re headed the way of dime stores
but why force the issue?
I miss you, this is my war.”

My War – Gus Cutty,
a work in progress…