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Caused Condition (Lyrics)

March 10, 2021 by Russell Wardlow Leave a Comment

(bridge):

you need me
you need me…
you made me…

(chorus/hook):

ima be the bad guy
ima be the right wrong
the necessary the evil
the rebel, the outlaw
ima be the lone wolf
ima be the black sheep
ima be the asshole
the stone-cold, cold heart

(verse):

ima have a heart of gold
right now I have a coal heart
now come into my mind, pressure me with your love
and try to find a diamond
I wish you good luck, however you will find it
some treasures leave you blinded
I used to think timeless
but now I live rewinded
all the pain I went thru acting like I never minded
thirst for revenge
no regrets, no remorse not rescinded I’m reclined
I don’t care!
out my face!
out of mind!
out my mind!
out of time!
out of line!
bottom line!
feelings alkaline-
til I’m drained, then they die!
cross my heart!
cross my eyes!
cross my fingers!
keeping promises, never crossed my mind
crock of slime, ain’t no tears!?!
crocodile smile, nan nah nan!
womp womp!
coming out the swamp dump
where my heart was dumped on
where Medusa hissed at me
where the jungle growled at me
where the wolves snapped at me
where the world said chomp chomp
where every land had a cliff, I had to fall or jump from
miracle I hadn’t sunk-I was kicking out the trunk Trump!
driving from the backseat
move over, road rage, honk honk!
used to have a cross, that was lies, now I rock an Ankh Unc
wayoflife, risking cost me lumps somes
came up where the crumbs at
used to be a young brat
used to be a chomp sack
til I learned to punch back
and I did a good job, but still I felt the thumbtack
once I used to run, now, come here, you run that
say jack, I’m nobody’s mule, I’m no longer your dumbass!

(chorus/hook)

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Prose of a Con is a collection of Russell Wardlow’s prose and poetry written entirely behind bars. Through writings on family, spirituality, freedom, love, justice, redemption, and vulnerability, Russell seeks to show the humanity and hope of individuals like himself who are incarcerated.

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