Straight To the Heart

Story, Story teller aim straight for the heart
This surreal twist of fate gets insane and bizarre
Uri, Uri Gellar name game it to start
Is it real is it fake question came up but nah!
I’m naming the saga I came in as (my) mah
Little track of no concepts straight to the heart
Mister drug dealer claim that ya smart?
But ya single minded man you got the brain of a shark
Sunday you’ve riches saying that ya hard
Monday a snitch gives ya name to the yard
Shouldn’t have had that Cocaine in the car
Mister addict still tryna find a vein but you can’t
Sally on the game feeling shame from the car
To the alley fond of pain deal in pain and get scarred
Little Harry wanna name kill and maim for a part
Tragic and that shit there? Hits you straight to the heart!

God cursed the first murderer Kane with a mark
Flooded Earth Old Noah make a break for the ark
One day John Lennon sat playing a guitar
Enter Mark David Chapman strayed from the path
Gunshots next day fans praying in the park
Dead and buried legendary straight to the heart!
No more tales spotlight me “wait for it Pa!”
You always said I took the piss now I’m taking it far
People hear me and they like “Hey what a star
Underrated a spark how great that ya are!”
Well where’s the money I don’t get paid I’m a starve
I stay on my guard words I break’em apart
Now with just two syllables “ain” and then “ahh”
Man I have to add an “s” as I’m raising the bar
But as good as I am who will pay for my art?
Too late get my paper depart, hit me straight to the heart

The last two verses I made a bit dark
So let’s lighten the mood so they get a laugh
S, U G to the A to the R
You’ve a great arse love the way you shaking it Ma!
May I get a dance? Can I play with ya bra?
Hmm, I thought I’d like to see you naked but nah
You are possibly the ugliest babe at the bar
Sniff eurgh! You smell like you came from the farm
Beer goggles made you look okay from afar
unshaven armpits I’d rather play with my aah
Shit! Hey Bartender “make it a large”
And go back to toking my favourite cigar
Boys don’t you really fucking hate a mirage?
Or a fucking fat bitch in a make up façade?
You are what you eat what ya ate what ya are
What a weight plate OF THE Carbohydrates straight to the heart!

I don’t wanna cry no more
Playing my part hit you straight to the heart!