Christine

Billy Woods

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    Black car on a backstreet, little me asleep on the back seat
    Lulled by street lamps and the blackness in between
    My parents' argument picking up speed
    In and out of bad dreams
    That's what they said when she saw him dead in the road
    Now I know it was the shadow of them black wings
    Unmarked followed us for ten blocks
    Nigga said if they try to make the stop, I'm fleein'
    Brake lights bright red, lit his face like a demon
    We took a left, they went straight, we all laughed but I seen it
    Some had the trap in the trunk of the bimmer
    Some kept the cracks up front so they could eat 'em
    Some went through the windshield, some went to the precinct
    Some got yapped out driver's seats in parking lots and left bleedin'
    Some things only make sense in their time
    I paid a hundred for the whip, so when police took it, I never paid no never mind
    Easy come

    From Mandeville to Sligoville, coffin runnin' around
    Upsettin', upsettin', upsettin' the town
    From Mandeville to Sligoville, coffin runnin' around
    Upsettin', upsettin', upsettin' the town
    From Mandeville to Sligoville, coffin runnin' around
    Upsettin', upsettin', upsettin' the town

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    They lookin' for the vehicle
    Took the plates off, put it in his Granny back yard
    Told her somethin' believable
    He got killed, it was still there for a year or two
    I'd seen it drivin' through
    Granny on the stoop, she never waved back
    High grass, four flats forward with the front passenger door mismatched
    Blacked out truck with the rifle rack
    The hunter checks his traps
    Bait car with the kill switch
    Gingerbread house full of abused kids
    Inflatable sky dancer said: No money down
    Every sign said: If you lived here, you'd be home now
    (Strawberry on deck, Strawberry already with three hits tonight!)
    Asleep at the wheel
    Gently over the guardrail, flipped heads or tails
    One died, she survived
    Asked why, I replied: God's not real
    Ducked the question
    In a hospital room full of flowers, I plucked the best one
    In a world full of cowards, it's bound to be tension

    Behind on
    With a single, he got behind on Butler and lined-out, it's now 2-0
    Daniels' with a game situation here
    If he can work his way aboard, then the load falls once again on Daryl Strawberry
    As he has a chance to play hero once again for the Dodgers
    But it's up to Daniels at this point

    Fuck 23 and Me, mom's an inventor
    From our DNA to Cambridge, Mass
    Maafe, that's Skippy and poulet
    Dispatched from Venice, Kilgari
    Tyrant that
    Mali and a Bamako property
    Jump to imperial Benin, fifteenth century, trade routes heavy
    Break the bank like Musa, mint the gold, truth aplenty
    We still feed on dreams in need of remedy
    Trauma not an enemy
    Perverse German woodcuts could've been truer
    Three heads on a jackal, fantastic creatures in Africa
    Universalis Cosmographia
    Sebastian Münster, lying bastard
    Wolfman in a Speedo, Cyclops and Chest Master
    I first heard Culture on the island of Gorée, international urn
    I was twelve years old, still could have gone ofay
    So bless that day
    And damn the last three centuries

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