This is a song about "Brittle bones and teeth"

Wouldn't it be nice if the banks didn't fuck up the loans

Im clean and slick, i crack bones, and stab bones, and ass bones

Our children must be taught, of africa

And break your bones the way i do, come raw

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

The biggest lie ever told, was stick's and stone's may break my bones/

But music is in my veins, bones, flesh and

This how i hear it different

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

When you're fuckin' close to gettin' beat up and poppin' bones,

Not for the weak, frail, and brittle

I'm the best, even when i'm cynical

Looking out to prove something, and ready for popping bones,

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

So many kidnappings and rapes i collect their bones,