Lost rhyme I found from 3/2/07
Counted teardrops, whispered to her softly
Love is bad business and mood swings are costly
Grabbed some coffee, smoked 20 cigarettes
Her man was on the run and his mouth was a bigger threat
I got the check, called my brother down inBaltimore
Told him bring the claws, leave early from the corner store
Found her husband, his brain was like a faucet
Pressure busts pipes, mercy is an option
We caught him at a diner by the highway
We talked for a while behind a TGI Friday’s
He wouldn’t be found by the hounds of hell
Sleeping dogs lie still, still it’s fear they smell
Well, he danced around the questions that we asked him
Broke his fingers, his wife began laughing
