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gone jackals – born bad

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thats the way it begins –
you try to behave,
yeah, you try to fit in.

but when you rise and stand
you find a lock-step march –
no room for jazz.

uh huh.

born bad-
with a slight-o-hand
i go from jam to jam
with a crash, boom, bam.

born bad –
i dodge a sucker punch
and drop a bomb, like liston,
on an animal hunch.

ive been down.
yeah, ive spent some time downtown.
ive covered sacred ground,
soft and slow and round.

i gave up.
yeah, i learned to give it up,
thinkin thats the final cut.
but it turns out i was wrong.

born bad –
thats the way it began,
stuffed a young pink lung
down a rank glue bag.

born bad –
this is where it all lands
for a bull headed, corner hangin
problem child man.

i grew hard.
over time my scars toughed up.
when gettin even just wasnt enough,
i had to choke my conscience off.

ive come far.
yeah, i had to travel far.
peel through layers sick and raw
just to taste and touch once more.

born bad –
like a synchro-mesh shift
thats stuck in third
just smokes and burns.

born bad –
with a cig-hangin lip.
a talk-back baby on a
star-crossed ship.

born bad.

born bad.
that’s the way it began.
stuffed a young pink lung down a rank glue bag.

born bad
this is where it’ll land
for a bull headed corner hangin’ problem child man.

born bad.
born bad.
born bad.
born bad.

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