Mercy Verses

Here I am again in the same place I’ve been before
I recognized the décor the second I opened the door
Somebody told me I was going elsewhere;
She led me up a huge hill, but I didn’t find a house there
What I did find was more of what I was running from
And I’ll admit in hindsight that I was fucking dumb
I couldn’t tell my Glock from my hunting gun
And I ran half-cocked into a paradise of dope and bloody gums
But I’m a cunning one – I planned a great escape as my saving grace
But I made a change of pace on a famous date
Her name was fate and I submitted without a fight
She dug her way in deep and foiled my plans on Independence Night
So now it’s back to the drawing board, but the lead snapped
Just when I thought I had a moment to put my head back
My path’s a telephone call that the feds tapped
And she’s the undercover agent busting my meth lab
But her appearance was a fortunate setback
I had all my emotions covered up like a lens cap
Eff that! I’m not the type to keep it bottled up
My pen writes and blows through red lights like the throttle’s stuck
And it’s not like I’m outta luck, my fortune’s just beginning
My head is spinning from the way she always eases stress and keeps me grinning
She’s the reason I aborted my retreat, botched my disappearing act, and failure never felt so damned sweet
Life’s a stampede, it’s easy to get trampled
These 28 years have only been a fuckin’ sample
And existence is a game that you never get to practice
I finally have a hand that I can hold through the madness
A candle in the blackness, a life raft at high tide
Protection from the rain so I could open my eyes wide
A fully-functional negative memory suppressant;
Her energy, perplexin’. I never leave her guessin’
I built the walls back up around my heart
But when the real angel descended, she ripped them apart
She took the sadness from the songs, repaired the damage done
And she’s dismantling everything that I was running from
So this is love, Chapter 3
But it seems like the world is still after me
Uncovering no limits like Master P
What a catastrophe! I’m stranded on a desert island
Intentions dastardly, strong-handed but I’m never violent
I’m searching high and low to find a proper exit
Cause girls just wanna have kids like Cyndi Lauper’s pregnant
But I’m stolen like copper segments removed from the rafters
So soothing her laughter. I felt fit to swoon ever after
She isn’t like the other girls that smothered my world;
She’s naturally beautiful like mother of pearl
Instead of looking like she face-planted fried grease
Please hoes, if I wanted face paint I’d go to ICP shows
Delicately constructed, origami organic
The sediment in me erupted, romantically volcanic
The kind of fair maiden you find in medieval folklore
She commends my greener habits but won’t smoke it with me no more
She gets the lesson straight; she lives to educate
She guarantees a better fate for those who can’t relate
You know that place you said you hate? School? She’ll bring it to you
“I’ma pull YOU to this lesson and put it THROUGH you!”
And I’ve come across plenty of girls whose heads are clever
But none of them can seem to keep their fucking legs together
Always changing with the weather, reddened and spread in a bed of feathers
‘n after the session they’re like “we’re best fucking friends forever.”
But not this one; she’s got the wisdom
And plus I found her pure like the sisters of Lisbon
She hi-jacked the system, re-lubed the pistons
She’s kind, adorable, and she actually listens
My puzzle fell apart, she picked the pieces back up
Rewound the caution tape, reversed the bad luck
People ask stuff like “what do you do in your free time?”
Well, this song’s about her
When it comes to humans, she’s mine