Son Of A Gun

I look in the mirror sometimes

And think about how it all started

Small town Alabama, from city life we departed

Not a single light in the street

Morning was scary and dark

To a little boy catching the bus to school 5:30 sharp

I used to make up songs to keep my mind from wandering

What was in the woods waiting for me

My stomach still rumbling

From the cereal diet

Even though mama was trying to do the best that she could

Alcohol made her violent

Her boyfriend was a prick, probably 26

Barely looked my direction and really didn't do shit

My animosity grew along with my anger

And impatience disastrous school

My teachers knew I was trouble waiting

And I did too, admittedly but I like it

Maybe I had to accept

I'd always be uninvited to church events

Football and family oriented stuff

But I never thought I had it rough

I embraced it, honestly,

'Cause I knew how different I was

It made me a rebel and rebels

Made me feel welcomed and loved

I never knew my daddy but, they said that

I was the same and what a shame

Get your umbrella Wayne

Here comes the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your storm

Dark bloodstains after a dogfight

The tornado to your alarm

Your hangover after a long night

I'm the snake outta your barn

That one mistake you ever did right

The gunpowder to your drum

I'm your son

The son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

If life is but a dream

I'm up the creek in a paddle boat

Streams full of snakes, demons, not even a ladder goes

Up high and over the Mississippi to see the ocean

So here I go floatin', yeah

But I made it a habit though

19 and tattooed, hell-raised in the neighborhood

Was the place and I made it home with the favorites

Quarter pound of that seeded Mexican trash

Slinging nickles

Make enough and then break it even

Just do it for tickles

Nashville's under icicles, the Methadone's penatratin'

Ecstasy-hungry, baited as an experimentation

No more chocolate-chip cookies, and porcelain jars

Morbid and dark are my role models, and old-school cars

Sickening and I'm lovin' it

I'm basking in half of it

Backstrokin' in sinnin' ways, a dagger to pastors

I never knew my daddy but

They said that I was the same and what a shame

Here come the cocaine in the heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your storm

Dark bloodstains after a dogfight

The tornado to your alarm

Your hangover after a long night

I'm the snake outta your barn

That one mistake you ever did right

The gunpowder to your drum

I'm your son

The son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

And you can tell that I still don't give a fuck

Still drinking whiskey I'm half-a-bottle already down

Slumerican-made man, Criminals all around

Seventy-thousand dollars a night isn't good, look

Livin' a story usin' my war as my shield

The truth, examined and recreated

The followings real:

Plenty of fatherless children

Fill up the pit in the buildin'

Usin' the mind for the feelin'

It's just like poppin' a pill

And I'm takin' it in

Lost at makin' a win

Thanks for the poems that you inspired

I'm rakin' it in

Never heard you say "give me five," so make it a ten

Think the chances I'm ballin'

Look at the bastard of him

When I went to jail for the first time

I thought about you

Son of a bitch, I admit it

I guess the rumours are true

'Cause when I look in the mirror

I see from what I 'came

Trial by fire, pain, heavy rain

Cause I'm the lighting to your storm

Dark bloodstains after a dogfight

The tornado to your alarm

Your hangover after a long night

I'm the snake outta your barn

That one mistake you ever did right

The gunpowder to your drum

I'm your son

The son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun

Son of a gun