that pic you got ain't me

(note- older re write from the bunner st. journals)      
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
 D' Artagnan should have never had to have tried to go so hard      
his wishes for the service of the queen      
  were sufficed by the glory of runnin with renegades      
who never really acknowledged him anyway      
    angry pirates stole hopes and dreams away      
 along with the good memories of yesterday      
       
     i got a brand new indian motorbike      
but poncho v. won't let me ride      
       man i shooooould just die      
i got a drummer and a dj but on this side of town      
           they still won't let me rhyme      
 thas aight cuz after this next drink i'll be fine    
 
one day i'll get mine    
       
who the hell was capone anyway?      
             all alone,and on his own, nobody to shoot the vid      
   of that bullet holed broken love affair with god      
 it was never fair      
i ain't never foldin gimme another card      
              long walks down short planks teach you how to fuckin swim.............      
       
geronimo told me "the white eye will always lie"      
       
     so i'm keepin mine right as rain      
i can't complain      
i could but it would take toO long      
    and you are probably already sick of these songs      
about me drinkin and doin drugs      
       
greener grass...........      
prettier pastors......      
              
         i heard it's easier on the north side      
    at least    
    thas what they say when you are just visiting      
          stick with me kid were gonna be famous      
 but i just sold him the coke and left      
   sang along a while with my best friends      
       
 but that      
              shit had to end cuz they already dead      
       too many spidermans and wicked women's webs      
       
i always admired smilin      
     but could never really explain      
              i lay alone on the tracks      
      that trains' late      
and i won't be right back      
i promise      
            sometimes      
always      
                            maybe      
never      
       
i still love you        
       
my only friend      
 six strings      
 davinci always put secrets in things      
               i can't breathe on saturdays      
can't sleep and don't believe in diamond rings      
       
       
           bury me far away      
     somewhere in ol mexico      
                 in an unmarked grave      
where only my mother can find me and say
        
      "i'm sorry john, you were just like your father"