Do you remember that knife you wouldn't part with

You kept it sharp just to carve my f**kin' heart like a park bench

Well I found it this morning in a Southside bus stop

And I'm smiling for this mugshot

That's when I knew the plan was bound to fail

By the time you hear the song

I'll be singing it from down at county jail

Still filled to the maximum

So f**k Bill Clinton with his saxophone

And cut I'm trying to follow a lit fuse

I must have missed a day's allowance of fish food

Like who's tit do you think that this is dude

She ain't your bitch to misuse

And when there ain't nothing more to grab

I might give something back to the floor of this cab

I might tag my name on the door of your building

Might even make a couple of your children

When all the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

One two

Click is when he go in we keeps it flowin'

Wrote this poem from a swollen place of deep knowin'

Winter showin' we scared of the dark as night approaches

Until a time comes some run like roaches

Stop drop pop a slug out the mag tag

Thug it out brag hold on to your bug out bag

When he's out on tour of bowser and the drink go down

Grab your girl he might arouse her yowzers

What dreams may come

Some plot and scheme on the scene he play dumb

From the load out true emissary who forever ready

Ask your secretary 'bout the melonberry

It's elementary fedora or the ski hat

Drawers or Dungaree slacks where you gonna be at

Don't repeat that she ain't the type no doubt

If she wanna eat it's goin' right in her mouth

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

When all the lights go out

When the lights go out

Yeah you know it's like you know

All this political stuff

You know what I'm saying

This gossip on TV

You know everybody tryna get they talk on

You know the rumors and all that that's where they make

You know that's how they make their money

You know talkin' about things but you know

We a part of that you see what happen

Money don't mean nothing it really don't

Money don't mean a damn thing

You see what happened to joan rivers

All that money for her face and skin and

Vain you know what I'm saying

I might just walk up to one of these motherf**kin' super stars

And pull they're wig off