Michael Townley

(intro)

(Michael de santa has a rough life staring at the sunlight but will he fight or give it up like)

(verse 1)

your son James, he's a good kid? a good kid? why? does he help the fucking poor? no, he sits on his ass all day, smoking dope and jerking off while he plays that fucking game, if that's our standness for goodness... then no wonder this country's screwed, and what about you? what about me? hey... I didn't have the advantages that kid has by the time I was his age, I'd already been in prison twice, I robbed banks, I ran whores, I smuggled dope, and you consider them achievements? these were the opportunities I had, at least I took 'em, and where did these opportunities get you, Michael? they got me right... fucking here! the end of the road! with a big house and a useless kid and I'm stuck talking to you because no one else gives a shit oh, I'm living the dream, baby, and that dream is fucked! It is... fucking fucked! let it alllll out... I think I just did, oh, well I, think that's all we have time for... same time next week? I guess... I gotta tell ya, I ain't too sure this shit is working for me, well, a sense of overriding futility is a vital part of the process, embrace it, what ever you say doc...

(verse 2)

I know just how you feel, no, homie, I cannot, actually, yeah... it's that house right there, with the yellow stairs, you recognise this car? huh? does it look like it's worth five grand a month to you? I'll tell ya something, this things gonna need some serious bodywork before it's worth five grand a month, yeah? did he agree to have some punk break into my fucking house? that kid might be a fucking idiot, but you are a fraudulent scumbag piece of shit, don't make me have to come back here... I wasn't really serious about that, you're here, whatever, sit, you're not gonna Rob me again? okay... you call it whatever you wanna call it, I really don't care, what can I do for you? look... I'm retired, you know, I've been in this game for a lot of years, and I got out alive, that makes me the right age, you look like a good kid, if you want my advice, you give this shit up, you work hard, screw over everybody that you love, hurt, rob, kill indiscriminately and maybe... and maybe, just maybe if you're lucky, you become a three bit gangster, it's bullshit, go to college, then you can rip people off and get paid for it, it's called capitalism, what you saw the other day... was a guy dealing with pests, well, then today's lesson's all about humility, tommorow we'll try a training montage, nothin', I was just lost in an eighties movies fantasy, yeah, as much as I can, maybe I'm here because I'm just an idiot who thinks imported palm trees are a good substitute for not knowing what the fuck you're doing on this earth, I'll tell you what, the least I can do is buy you that beer, there's a little bar I like, it's not too far from here but threw my rear I'm fucking channeling fear,