I identify
As a guy
My third eye
Spies the lies
Not a poet not a rapper
Self-described white cracker
Whatever label you give me
I still won't sound like Brittney
Oops it happened again
I trusted a fart
Got lost on a train
Going crazy oh so crazy
Oops you just lost a glove
On the wings of a dove
Got lost in the pain
As a baby wee little baby